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It All Began With a Basket
Good Friday, 2009,
I was wrestling with the Lord, (so what else is new?) as I sensed Hisstill, small voice. He was asking me to do something I elt totally inadequate and totallyuncomortable doing. Several women with Victoria’s Friends, an outreach ministry to the adultentertainment industry, were going into the dance clubs to share the love o Christ with the danc-ers by giving them beautiul Mary Mag-dalene baskets that our church had verygenerously lled. I had been asked to goon this outreach.“Not me Lord. What will I say? SurelyYou are not asking chubby, insecure me.”“Yes, you Mary Lou,” the Lord replied.So with knees knocking and my heartracing, I obeyed. Laden with beautiulbaskets we entered the dressing room o one o the clubs.“We’re rom Victoria’s Friends, a sup-port group or dancers,” Victoria an-nounced to the ladies. As we began giv-ing the baskets to the ladies, I was drawnto one in particular. She was sitting in achair, crying. I went over to her, put myarm around her shoulder, and knelt downbeside her.“You will never believe what just happened to me,” she said. “ I was just out on the foor talkingto a man, asking him i God even exists, and at that exact moment you six beautiul women withyour baskets came through the door.”“He does indeed exist and He loves you very much,” I assured her, “and that is why we are here.”I was smack dab in the midst o a Divine Appointment that only the Lord God could have orches-trated. I was oblivious to anyone else in that small, cramped room. It was as i my new riend, theLord and I were the only ones there. What I specically shared with her that night, the exact words,I know not. But the Lord gave me what He knew my new riend needed to hear and His love fowedthrough me to her.“I know some hymns,” she exclaimed and broke out in song. “All night, all day, angels watchingover me my Lord. All night, all day, angels watching over me.” I joined in, and my riend and I madea joyul noise that I am condent was heard in Heaven. Angels WERE watching over us.“Would you like or me to pray with you?” I asked.“That would be great,” she replied. There, literally on my knees, I claimed my riend and herchildren or the Lord.Her break time over, she got up rom her chair to return to the stage. I invited her to come tochurch with me on Easter then scribbled our church address and location on a piece o paper whichI handed to her. Beore exiting the room, she turned, looked at our team and said, “You have notjust made my day, you have made my lie.”“You have made mine as well,” I replied.Two days later, on Easter Sunday, my new riend and her two beautiul daughters worshipped withus at ChristChurch. I all o the wonderul olks o our ChristChurch amily had not made these gor-geous baskets and covered them with prayer, this Divine Appointment would not have happened.Thank you, each and everyone who contributed to the 60 baskets that we handed out at three di-erent clubs, or your generosity and love or the lost.~ Mary Lou Kauman
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God’s Toughts on Prayer
God’s phone number —Jeremiah 33:3Call on me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.I Tessalonians 5:16-18 Be joyful always; pray continu-ally; give thanks in all circum-stances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.Ephesians 6:17-18 ake…the sword of the Spirit,which is the Word of God. And pray in the Spirit on all occa-sions with all kinds of prayers and requests…be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints.
SPRING2009
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