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Tuesday, December 02, 2008

This is a bit long but it is truly excellent!!

Hairbrush Experience of Beth Moore

For those of you who do not know Beth Moore, she is an outstanding Bible teacher, writer of Bible studies, and is a married mother of two daughters. This is one of her experiences:

On April 20, 2005, at the Airport in Knoxville , waiting to board the plane, I had the Bible on my lap and was very intent upon what I was doing. I'd had a marvelous morning with the Lord. I say this because I want to tell you it is a scary thing to have the Spirit of God really working in you.

You could end up doing some things you never would have done otherwise. Life in the Spirit can be dangerous for a thousand reasons not the least of which is y our ego.

I tried to keep from staring, but he was such a strange sight. Humped over in a wheelchair, he was skin and bones, dressed in clothes that obviously fit when he was at least twenty pounds heavier His knees protruded from his trousers, and his shoulders looked like the coat hanger was still in his shirt. His hands looked like tangled masses of veins and bones. The strangest part of him was his hair and nails. Stringy, gray hair hung well over his shoulders and down part of his back. His fingernails were long, clean but strangely out of place on an old man.

I looked down at my Bible as fast as I could, discomfort burning my face. As I tried to imagine what his story might have been, I found myself wondering if I'd just had a Howard Hughes sighting. Then, I remembered that he was dead. So this man in the airport...an impersonator maybe? Was a camera on us somewhere? There I sat; trying to concentrate on the Word to keep from being concerned about a thin slice of humanity served up on a wheelchair only a few seats from me. All the while, my heart was growing more and more overwhelmed with a feeling for him.

Let's admit it. Curiosity is a heap more comfortable than true concern, and suddenly I was awash with aching emotion for this bizarre-looking old man.

I had walked with God long enough to see the handwriting on the wall. I've learned that when I begin to feel what God feels, something so contrary to my natural feelings, something dramatic is bound to happen. And it may be embarrassing.

I immediately began to resist because I could feel God working on my spirit and I started arguing with God in my mind. 'Oh, no, God, please, no.' I looked up at the ceiling as if I could stare straight through it into heaven and said, 'Don't make me witness to this man. Not right here and now. Please. I'll do anything. Put me on the same plane, but don't make me get up here and witness to this man in front of this gawking audience. Please, Lord!'

There I sat in the blue vinyl chair begging His Highness, 'Please don't make me witness to this man. Not now. I'll do it on the plane.' Then I heard it...'I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to brush his hair.'

The words were so clear, my heart leap into my throat, and my thoughts spun like a top. Do I witness to the man or brush his hair? No-brainier. I looked straight back up at the ceiling and said, 'God, as I live and breathe, I want you to know I am ready to witness to this man. I'm on this Lord. I'm your girl! You 've never seen a woman witness to a man faste r in your life. What difference does it make if his hair is a mess if he is not redeemed? I am going to witness to this man' Again as clearly as I've ever heard an audible word, God seemed to write this statement across the wall of my mind. 'That is not what I said, Beth. I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to go brush his hair.'

I looked up at God and quipped, 'I don't have a hairbrush. It's in my suitcase on the plane. How am I supposed to brush his hair without a hairbrush?' God was so insistent that I almost involuntarily began to walk toward him as these thoughts came to me from God's word: 'I will thoroughly furnish you unto all good works.' (2 Timothy 3:17)

I stumbled over to the wheelchair thinking I could use one myself. Even as I retell this story, my pulse quickens and I feel those same butterflies. I knelt d own in front of the man and asked as demurely as possible, 'Sir, may I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?'

He looked back at me and said, 'What did you say?'

'May I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?'

To which he responded in volume ten, 'Little lady, if you expect me to hear you, you're going to have to talk louder than that.'

At this point, I took a deep breath and blurted out, 'SIR, MAY I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF BRUSHING YOUR HAIR?' At which point every eye in the place darted right at me. I was the only thing in the room looking more peculiar than old Mr. Long Locks. Face crimson and forehead breaking out in a sweat, I watched him look up at me with absolute shock on his face, and say, 'If you really want to.'

Are you kidding? Of course I didn't want to. But God didn't seem interested in my personal preference right about then. He pressed on my heart until I could utter the words, 'Yes, sir, I would be pleased. But I have one little problem. I don't have a hairbrush.'

'I have one in my bag,' he responded.

I went around to the back of that wheelchair, and I got on my hands and knees and unzipped the stranger's old carry-on, hardly believing what I was doing. I stood up and started brushing the old man's hair. It was perfectly clean, but it was tangled and matted. I don't do many things well, but must admit I've had notable experience untangling knotted hair mothering two little girls. Like I'd done with either Amanda or Melissa in such a condition, I began brushing at the very bottom of the strands, remembering to take my time not to pull. A miraculous thing happened to me as I started brushing that old man's hair. Everybody else &nb sp; in the room disappeared. There was no one alive for those moments except that old man and me. I brushed and I brushed and I brushed until every tangle was out of that hair. I know this sounds so strange, but I've never felt that kind of love for another soul in my entire life. I believe with all my heart, I - for that few minutes -felt a portion of the very love of God. That He had overtaken my heart for a little while like someone renting a room and making Himself at home for a short while.

The emotions were so strong and so pure that I knew they had to be God's. His hair was finally as soft and smooth as an infant's.

I slipped the brush back in the bag and went around the chair to face him. I got back down on my knees, put my hands on his knees and said, 'Sir, do you know my Jesus?'

He said, 'Yes, I do'

Well, tha t figures, I thought.

He explained, 'I've known Him since I married my bride. She wouldn't marry me until I got to know the Savior.' He said, 'You see, the problem is, I haven't seen my bride in months. I've had open-heart surgery, and she's been too ill to come see me. I was sitting here thinking to myself, what a mess I must be for my bride.'

Only God knows how often He allows us to be part of a divine moment when we're completely unaware of the significance. This, on the other hand, was one of those rare encounters when I knew God had intervened in details only He could have known. It was a God moment, and I'll never forget it.

Our time came to board, and we were not on the same plane. I was deeply ashamed of how I'd acted earlier and would have been so proud to have accompanied him on that aircraft.

I still had a few minutes, and as I gathered my things to board, the airline hostess returned from the corridor, tears streaming down her cheeks. She said, 'That old man's sitting on the plane, sobbing. Why did you do that? What made you do that?'

I said, 'Do you know Jesus? He can be the bossiest thing!'

And we got to share.

I learned something about God that day. He knows if you're exhausted, you're hungry, you're serving in the wrong place or it is time to move on but you feel too responsible to budge. He knows if you're hurting or feeling rejected. He knows if you're sick or drowning under a wave of temptation. Or He knows if you just need your hair brushed.

He sees you as an individual. Tell Him your need!

I got on my own flight, sobs choking my throat, wondering how many opportunities just like that one had I missed along the way . . all because I didn't want people to think I was strange.

God didn't send me to that old man. He sent that old man to me.

John 1:14 'The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth'

Life shouldn't be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather, to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly shouting,

'Wow! What a ride! Thank You, Lord!'

If your eye is good, your whole body will be full of light........Mt. 6:22 But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect.
1 Corinthians 15:10 (NIV)

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DJ4HEALTH 12/7/2008 8:02PM

    God knows what we need even if we don't. We just have to listen and do what He says.

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Monday, November 10, 2008


You've been walking by faith. You've been believing God to meet your need.

But- what do you do when the results seem slow in coming. And you are tempted to give up?

Be patient! There is not much said about patience these days.

But- When it comes to receiving from God, it is just as important as faith.

It will make the difference between success and failure for you.

Patience undergirds and sustains faith until the result is manifested. After you have meditated on the promises of God and have them in your spirit, patience will encourage you to hold steady.

Patience is power! It has the courage to refuse the lie of Satan that says the Word is not working for you. It knows that God's Word has never failed.

Patience will not draw back in fear! But will press forward in faith until you have the answer.

When the results of your faith seem slow in coming- Don't give up! Continue to put the Word first, with patience! And you will surely receive the promise of God!!

For the Christian, Prayer is not an option but an opportunity. "In prayer; expect setbacks, but refuse retreat." -Richard Eastman
When we worry, we believe more in our problems than in God's promises, MY REDEEMER LIVES AND I CAN FACE TOMORROW!
Do your best, Bring out the best in others.
Don't tell the Lord how big the problem is, tell the problem how Great the Lord is!!
Yesterday is Gone. Tomorrow is not promised. What have you done for Christ today?
Be blessed!

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AUNTC321 11/22/2008 11:12PM

    I truly enjoyed your blog. It has always been said don't pray for patience because the only way to get is by practice.

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MILDOLLARSMILE 11/11/2008 2:21PM

    AMEN!!! All things happen when God is ready for you to have them. When you worry it is the Devil getting the best of you...God will take care of everything,....Walk by faith, not by sight....wonderful information!!!! Thanks mamma D

~luvs and hugs

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ETAGGEL 11/10/2008 12:13PM

    Yes, patience is a virtue. What we seem to forget is that things happen in God's time not when we think they should. I believe it to be another test of our faith


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Do Barbers Really Exist?

Friday, November 07, 2008

A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists."

"Why do you say that?" asked the customer.

"Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving a God who would allow all of these things."

The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt.

The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist." "How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. "I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"

"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside." "Ah, but barbers DO exist! What happens is, people do not come to me," said the barber.

"Exactly!" affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! What happens, is, people don't go to Him and do not look for Him. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."


Mary Had A Little Lamb

Friday, November 07, 2008

Mary Had a Little Lamb

Mary had a little lamb,
His fleece was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went,
The Lamb was sure to go.

He followed her to school each day,
Twasn’t even in the rule.
He made the children laugh and play;
To have a Lamb at school.

And then the rules all changed one day,
Illegal it became;
To bring the Lamb of God to school,
Or even speak His Name.

Everyday got worse and worse,
And days turned into years.
Instead of hearing children laugh,
We heard gun shots and tears.

What must we do to stop the crime,
That’s’ in our schools today?
Let’s let the Lamb come back to school,
And teach our kids to pray!

Author Unknown

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SHIRLEYX 11/10/2008 8:18AM

    This is so true. How sad our schools are today.

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Monday, October 27, 2008

I wrote this some years ago and it has been published in a book of poems compiled by Poetry.com. I meant it for humor at that time, but now I'm having the same problem that was originally meant for humor!

In My Image by Dusty Teters

Alas I gazed into a mirror, my complexion for to see.
But what my eyes beheld, was an old woman instead of me!
I asked her to excuse me please, but she wouldn’t let me be.
In fact she stood and copied, my every movement to a tee!

Madam, said I in sweet refrain, oh please, won’t you step aside?
I’d like to view my countenance, but behind you it does hide.
But she still remained in front, my patience twas being most tried!
This poor old pitiful creature twas more than I could abide.

Finally I did turn around, and did slowly walk away;
I had given up myself to see, for still another day.
For every time I looked thereon, she was always in my way;
And everything that I said, twas the same thing that ‘she’ did say!

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MYSTICAL-PIXIE 10/30/2008 10:04PM

    That was a nice poem.... at times, i do wonder why time flies so fast .... its faster than how I feel deep in me... if only I can slow it down a bit..

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DEFINITELYDEB 10/30/2008 8:37PM

    What a wonderful poem! Embrace that woman and you will see how beautiful she really is!

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DEBORAHMM1 10/27/2008 7:14PM

    I guess getting old is inevitable, huh? I never imagined I would be saying that I'm 40 years old!! It may not sound old to some, but to me it sounds pretty ancient!

Don't let that mirror win, though, Dusty!! You are still a beautiful woman with a lot to offer the world!!

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