“At times when God moves on us through the Gifts of the Spirit we do not understand why we feel compelled to do a certain thing. It makes no logical sense. Here is an example from Sister Nona Freeman:
“A week or so later, an irresponsible urge became an insistent voice, ‘Go stand on the front porch!’
“’No self-respecting house wife would waste time standing on her front porch at ten o’clock in the morning, with dishes to wash and beds to make,’ I chided the unreasonable inclination; ‘and what could be important about our minuscule porch, little more than an enlarged step?’
“The voice ignored my reasoning and like a broken record insisted until it propelled me to the front door and out onto the porch. After standing there for two or three minutes feeling more foolish by the second, I saw a car slowly approaching and recognized the driver—O.C. Taylor. I smiled and waved to him with surprising enthusiasm; he responded with a slight nod of the head. I continued to wave until the car went out of sight.
“Back in the kitchen I wondered out loud, ‘Now what was that all about?’ I didn’t really expect an answer and tackled the house cleaning eagerly to erase the whole affair from my mind.
“Many years later, when we made a visit to Rosepine (Louisiana) a smiling O.C. came to greet me and asked a question that recalled the incident vividly.
“’Sister Freeman, do you remember when I drove by the parsonage one morning about 10 o’clock and saw you standing on your porch?’ He did not pause for a reply. ‘You smiled and waved at me as though I was the most important person in the world. Why?’
“’All I know is the Lord interrupted my dish washing and told me to go stand on the porch that morning. He impressed me to smile and wave when you drove by.’
“’What you do not know is I was on my way to the gravel pit with my gun beside me on the front seat.’ O.C. dropped his head and when he looked up again I saw tears in his eyes. ‘Everything had gone wrong for me. I decided I had nothing to live for and nobody cared whether I lived or died. I planned to blow my brains out at the gravel pit—then I saw you—you acted like you cared. I didn’t go to the gravel pit; I went to see a man about a job and he hired me. Now I am serving the Lord and for a long time I’ve been wanting to say ‘Thanks for caring.’”
Story adapted from the book, Beloved Wide Spot by Nona Freeman
This was simply beautiful, and I had grown to love Sis. Freeman so much, her life, her testimonies, just gives me strength and Courage, that no matter what, there is a reason for everything, the important thing is; We serve a mighty God, that changes things around, and we don’t need a reason as to “Why,” we just need to do it! Thank You, Sis. Freeman! Bonnie, Dayton, Ohio
How wonderful a small act of kindness can be