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Sailing Stones

Isaiah 32:1-2
1 Behold, a king shall reign in righteousness, and princes shall rule in judgment.
2 And a man shall be as an hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the
tempest; as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land.

1 Corinthians 10:4
4 And did all drink the same spiritual drink: for they drank of that spiritual Rock that followed them: and that Rock was Christ.

It is a scientifically recorded phenomenon, they are called “sailing stones.” They occur in an area of Death Valley National park, called Racetrack Playa. Stones as large as 80 pounds leave visible tracks across the desert plain. In the 1970’s, one stone was recorded to move 659 feet in a single season. It was one of thirty stones to move in a seven year study.

For years it was a mystery. Now scientists believe that it is a combination of wind and small pockets of ice which form to move the rocks. Others believe water lifts them during the winter season. I don’t know which theory is accurate, but I do know this, stones are moved across a desert land, leaving visible signs in their wake.

Lead Pastor Denny Livingston of our Church, Point Of Mercy, spoke recently on Christ being our rock. I couldn’t help but think of the verses he referenced as I read of the “sailing stones.” Pastor Livingston refreshed my soul by reminding us how completely Christ protects, shades, comforts, and strengthens us. As Christians, we talk of Jesus captaining our vessel. Some non-Christians may wonder how He can be our rock, our captain, our shelter, and our light.

These “sailing stones” illustrate it so very well. In the desert of my trial, He not only sails through, blazing a trail for me to follow. Many times in my life, I’ve arrived at a victory, only to discover something even more wonderful. God had orchestrated certain events years earlier to cause me to succeed In something I never knew that I would face.

The Lord Jesus doesn’t only go ahead of me, He follows me on my journey. The Bible talks of a Shepherd, not only leading, but following His sheep great with young. Christ has confidence in us, but ensures we give birth to the message He placed in our hearts.

Jesus follows my every move, protecting and guarding me, like an army of soldiers. The scriptures called it a rereward. In the daytime, when the heat of life is scorching down, He shades me. When I’m so thirsty I can’t go on, He’s the water that flows from a miraculous source to flood my weary soul.

<em>1 Peter 2:5
5 Ye also, as lively stones, are built up a spiritual house, an holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices, acceptable to God by Jesus Christ.

Through Simon, He calls us “lively stones”. It is fitting that it was the Apostle Simon Peter, the man referred to as Petros, a rock. How do we sail through life’s problems as a Christian we ask? Especially when our burdens feel heavier than we are? The same way that 80 pound boulders leave trails in a desert. The Water Of Life, and a Rushing Mighty Wind propel us forward. Perhaps God had that image in mind when He said this through David.

Psalms 23:4
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil:for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

I always viewed this as God and man walking through a great valley. If you view it as wind and water navigating a stone through a desert, it adds to its impact. So take heart, as He brings us to our planned location. For it’s not the destination that is the witness, it’s the journey. Scientists weren’t amazed by where the sailing stones stopped, but by the trail they left behind.

Our journey is not in vain, or unnecessary! It is a roadmap to sinners along the way. Lifeless souls who need a Savior to lift them up, and carry them from where they are, to where they never thought they could be!

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The Guardian

You and I have a very real Invisible Guardian in The Lord Jesus.


Hilary was nervous, she had ten minutes to come up with something.  It wasn’t a whole campaign, just the pitch.  Normally, she would have had this finished days ago, but the baby had been sick.  Last night she was up until four am with Brook.  Marin Crandall, the CEO, was understanding but expected something today.

She sketched an idea on her notepad, or so she thought.  When Hilary looked down at it, she saw a picture of her holding the baby at four in the morning.  She started to frown, an unexpected smile surfaced instead.

Hilary quickly called Marin and pitched her idea. She loved it.  Marin added a few sentences to her pitch and they were ready to go.  Hilary walked into the Conference Room  more confident, and much less tired than she was a few minutes ago.

Looking at the client, John Waller of WBS Intl, she asked, “Mr. Waller, if I may, what went wrong for you today?”  Mr. Waller, not sure, but accommodating thought a moment.  “I dropped my medication on the floor.  I hadn’t put my contacts in yet, so it took me about 15 minutes to find it.  I say to find it, my Wife actually found it for me. Why do you ask?”

Hilary’s pitch had started.  “For me, it was a sick baby at four in the morning and a pitch meeting at seven am.  For Marin, it was a coffee cup, a pot hole, and a stained coat.  Thankfully my baby had me.  You had a wonderful spouse, and Marin had an Aunt twenty years ago.  Her Aunt Jean suggested keeping a second set of clothes in her office.  All these unexpected problems were resolved by people watching out for someone.”

“That’s what your company does for your clients.  An overseas market would cause their portfolio to drop by a million dollars while they were sleeping.  It would, if your brokers in that country hadn’t sold before hand.  An identity thief may take off with someone’s nest egg, if it hadn’t been for the safe guards that secured their account.”

“What you offer your clients is more than a series of financial services.  You offer a guardian, someone that watches over a person’s assets, even in dire situations.  We feel that the perfect advertisement for your firm is that of an invisible guardian.  Someone who watches over their valuables day in, and day out.  For the valuables they safe guard, aren’t the dollar signs, it’s more than that.”

“Your company safe guards the tools that empower your clients to provide opportunities for others.  Whether its ensuring that a Grandfather can give his grandchildren the money he saved for their college fund, or that middle aged executive finally buying his Wife their dream house.  You secure and increase their chance to make things possible for their loved ones.  We call it ‘The Invisible Guardian Of Opportunity’ campaign.”

Mr. Waller smiled, “Of course I love it. Marin, this lady is priceless, I would give her a raise.”  Hilary smiled, “Thank you sir, but she did when my daughter was born.  She called it an investment in the future, and I will never forget her confidence in me.”

Hilary really had two guardians in this story.  Her invisible one, and a visible one in Marin.  You and I have a very real Invisible Guardian in The Lord Jesus.  He moves in so many unexpected ways in our lives. He moves especially in the things that look like obstacles to us.  God also uses visible guardians, those people He places in our lives that protect and cherish us.

My hope though, is not only to rely on my Guardian, and guardians.  My hope is to allow The Invisible Guardian to work through me, turning me into a visible guardian for someone else.  How can I show the Love Of God you ask?  Simply by loving, sharing, and caring for others. 

Feeding the hungry doesn’t have to involve a food drop half way across the world.  It can start with a meal for our neighbor.  In and of myself, I can’t heal the sick, but I can visit and pray for them.  God’s business is the impossible, He doesn’t ask us to do that.  He asks us to do what is possible, providing Him the opportunity to do the rest!

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The Story Of Prayer

This is the story of a King and one or more of His warriors going into battle.

Prayer is not a passive activity, it is a heart felt activity committed to saving souls and lives. Prayer is the story of a King and one or more of His warriors going into battle. The warriors approach the Throne Room Of The King. They bow in honor, and then submit their request to the Sovereign. He draws His sword, and the three of them journey into battle against a common foe.

The warriors are not concerned for their own safety, they are focused on The King, and on each other. The members of this unit do not worry about their individual safety, they watch each other’s backs. In the end, once the mission is successful, they return to the safety of the Throne Room victorious, filled with praise for their King.

This is the story of a King and one or more of His warriors going into battle. This is a story about unity, and a story about caring for each other. This is the story of an adventure, this is the story of a life changing event, this is the story of prayer.