needed. I am reading: Reckless Faith, Let Go and Be Led By: Beth
Guckenberger, and I wanted to share a passage with everyone. This is a bit lengthy but worth every bit of it. I encourage you to take the time to read it to completion. I hope it touches you the way it touched me.
“Pleas
for more food are ringing in Edgar’s ears. He’s the director of a children’s
home with over fifty children, and he carries the burden of providing for each
one. It is November and starting to get cold. “Should we use our remaining
money for heat, blankets, or food? He wonders.
Had
Edgar picked up the phone and call our ministry, we would have brought over
some food for the evening meal. But in his heart Edgar knew that neither he nor
the children should grow dependant on mere humans. It wasn’t his pride that
kept him from calling us that afternoon; rather it was a fear that the children would be tempted to put mere humans on
the pedestal that is fit only for a King.
So Edgar prays. Then he decided to have the
children join him in his prayers. That Saturday afternoon, he and the children
sit down to pray for a dinner they have not yet received: “Dear Lord, we thank
you for the numerous blessings on these children and for this home. We humbly
ask that you would provide a meal for us tonight.”
Suddenly
he is interrupted by Joel, one of the youngest boys. “Tio, says Joel slowly,
“we’re praying for God to bring us dinner? What kind of food does God deliver?
…….Do you think…Will the Lord bring us meat?” …. To a little boy whose diet is
mainly beans and rice, tortillas and hot dogs, meat seems like a mighty
request. Edgar challenges him to ask anything in the Lord’s name and expect Him
to respond. 
That
evening , as Todd ( a missionary who partnered with Edgars children’s home)
drives home from a convention center, with the bed of his truck overflowing
with some of the best cuts of meat money can buy, he calls me. “Beth, this is
way more than our freezer can handle. I’m going to start dropping it off at the
orphanage on the way home. Will you call and let them know I am coming?”
…. So I call Edgar back to report what kind of
meat it was. “Praise God! He breathes into the phone; then he asked me to hold,
as he shouts out to the children that the Lord’s response to their prayers is
on its way over.
Those
children prayed that day with the faith of a mustard seed (do you know what the
faith of a four-year-old orphan looks like?) and the mountain moved. And it’s
still moving!
often do I settle for beans, when if I had only had trusted him, I might have
been given steak?
