May 11, 2011

Isaiah 65:24 - Before they ask I will answer

        This is a story written by a doctor who worked in Africa.

        One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but
in spite of all we could do, she died, leaving us with a tiny, premature
baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping
the baby alive; as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an

        We also had no special feeding facilities.

        Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with
treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such
babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in.

        Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She
came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had
burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical climates)..

        'And it is our last hot water bottle!' she exclaimed. As in the
West, it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in  Central Africa
        it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles.

        They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest

        'All right,' I said, 'put the baby as near the fire as you safely
can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts
Your job is to keep the baby warm.'

        The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with
any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the
youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about
the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm
enough,mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily
die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying
because her mother had died.

        During prayer time, one ten -year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the
usual blunt conciseness of our African children. 'Please, God' she prayed,
'Send us a hot water bottle today It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the
baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon.'

        While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added,
'And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little
girl so she'll know You really love her?'

        As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I
honestly say 'Amen?' I just did not believe that God could do this.

        Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything; the Bible says so. But
there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this
particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from the homeland. I had
been in   Africa  for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever,
received a parcel from home.

        Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water
bottle? I lived on the equator!

        Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses'
training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door.
By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there on the verandah was
a large 22-pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the
parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children... Together we pulled off
the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care
not to tear it unduly Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of
eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. >From the top, I lifted out
brightly-colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then
there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children
looked a little bored.. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - that
would make a batch of buns for the weekend.

        Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the.....could it really be?

        I grasped it and pulled it out. Yes, a brand new, rubber hot water
bottle. I cried.

        I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He

        Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward,
crying out, 'If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!'

        Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small,
beautifully-dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted!

        Looking up at me, she asked, 'Can I go over with you and give this
dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?'

        'Of course,' I replied!

        That parcel had been on the way for five whole months, packed up by
my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's
prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator..

        And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child - five
months before, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring
it 'that afternoon.'

        'Before they call, I will answer.' (Isaiah 65:24)

        When you receive this, say the prayer. That's all I ask. No strings
attached. Just send it on to whomever you want - but do send it on.

        Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost,
but a lot of rewards. Let's continue praying for one another.

        This awesome prayer takes less than a minute.

        Heavenly Father, I ask you to bless my friends reading this. I ask
You to minister to their spirit. Where there is pain, give them Your peace
and mercy. Where there is self doubting, release a renewed confidence to
work through them Where there is tiredness or exhaustion, I ask You to give
them understanding, guidance, and strength. Where there is fear, reveal Your
love and release to them Your courage.. Bless their finances, give them
greater vision, and raise up leaders and friends to support and encourage
them.  I ask You to do these things in Jesus' name. Amen

        P. S. Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend will bless you
both. Passing this on to one not considered a friend is something Christ
would do.

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