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Welcome To The Countdown To The 2012 Holy Ghost Congress.
Wednesday, 7 November 2012
Tuesday, 6 November 2012
From Pastor Wale Popoola
This Is An Article From Pastor Wale Popoola, Pastor-in-charge RCCG Jesus Capital.
Never underestimate the impact of a simple act of Kindness
Never underestimate the impact of a simple act of kindness. The divorced person needs affirmation, love, practical help, encouragement, prayer and above all, grace. God’s grace is big enough for everyone, even the one who is divorced. Reach out and watch God bless.
“Hurry up! We’re going to be late!” I yelled impatiently at my four-year-old son as I snatched him up and almost threw him into the car.
The last few months had been a nightmare. I kept hoping I would wake up to find it was all just a bad dream. Without warning, my husband of thirteen years abandoned me for a younger woman. My world came crashing down. I was shattered. Barely surviving. The concept of even beginning to pick up the pieces was as far away as God. Or so it seemed.
I had always believed in God, and could sing all the verses to “Jesus Loves Me.” Where was He now? Where was all that love He boasted? I was all alone fighting for my life and for my son. Where was justice? Right triumphing over wrong? Fairness was a cruel joke.
That night I was taking him to spend the weekend with his dad. Every time I left my little boy, it ripped my heart out. I dreaded the unbearable grief and agony. Little did I know that this particular evening would be different.
On the way we made a brief stop at the mall. As we left, my son squealed with delight when he saw a sheriff’s car parked out front. He ran toward it quivering with excitement. The deputy greeted us with a warm smile.
“What’s your name?” he asked as he bent down to meet my son.
“Kevin.”
“Nice to meet you, Kevin and Mom. I am Deputy Randy.” Knowing every little boy’s heart, he asked him if he would like to sit behind the wheel.
Kevin was in heaven. Propped up on his knees, he gripped the steering wheel and made vroom, vroom noises. Then to top it off, the deputy let him turn on the bright red flashing lights. Kevin beamed with ecstasy. My heart melted.
After helping him climb out, the deputy opened the trunk, eyes twinkling and said, “I have something for you.” He lifted out a big brown teddy bear with a sheriff’s badge.
Stooping down, he looked into Kevin’s eyes and said, “This is for you because you are such a good boy.”
All I can recall after that was fighting back the tears, driving in silence, as my little boy sat next to me clutching that big brown bear.
“Why did he do that, Mommy? Why was he so nice? Why did he give me this big bear?”
I managed to choke out the words, “I don’t know. I guess he thought you were pretty special. And I do too. I love you.”
“I love you too, Mommy.”
Leaving him that night was just as painful, but somehow my burden seemed lighter. A little more bearable.
The next day I sent a thank you note:
Dear Deputy Randy,
You will never know how much your kindness touched my son and me last night. Kevin’s father left and we are in the deepest darkest valley we have ever known. The way you reached out to my little boy will never be forgotten. And the big brown bear will always be a treasure to him. Thank you for letting God use you to give us hope.
As I wrote that letter, I realized that God was there. He had been all along. Only I just wasn’t looking. He showed his love through this person in a way that He knew we needed. In a language a four-year-old could understand.
Now many years later, I have learned that one way God loves us is through other people. And now that many of my broken pieces have mended, I want to be one who pours out His love to someone else in pain.
For the last 16 years, that deputy remembered Kevin with cards and gifts and visits…even a ride-along. My son is now 21. He has graduated from the Police Cadet Academy, and is completing his college degree.
Guess what is still sitting on his bed?
Never underestimate the impact of a simple act of Kindness
Never underestimate the impact of a simple act of kindness. The divorced person needs affirmation, love, practical help, encouragement, prayer and above all, grace. God’s grace is big enough for everyone, even the one who is divorced. Reach out and watch God bless.
“Hurry up! We’re going to be late!” I yelled impatiently at my four-year-old son as I snatched him up and almost threw him into the car.
The last few months had been a nightmare. I kept hoping I would wake up to find it was all just a bad dream. Without warning, my husband of thirteen years abandoned me for a younger woman. My world came crashing down. I was shattered. Barely surviving. The concept of even beginning to pick up the pieces was as far away as God. Or so it seemed.
I had always believed in God, and could sing all the verses to “Jesus Loves Me.” Where was He now? Where was all that love He boasted? I was all alone fighting for my life and for my son. Where was justice? Right triumphing over wrong? Fairness was a cruel joke.
That night I was taking him to spend the weekend with his dad. Every time I left my little boy, it ripped my heart out. I dreaded the unbearable grief and agony. Little did I know that this particular evening would be different.
On the way we made a brief stop at the mall. As we left, my son squealed with delight when he saw a sheriff’s car parked out front. He ran toward it quivering with excitement. The deputy greeted us with a warm smile.
“What’s your name?” he asked as he bent down to meet my son.
“Kevin.”
“Nice to meet you, Kevin and Mom. I am Deputy Randy.” Knowing every little boy’s heart, he asked him if he would like to sit behind the wheel.
Kevin was in heaven. Propped up on his knees, he gripped the steering wheel and made vroom, vroom noises. Then to top it off, the deputy let him turn on the bright red flashing lights. Kevin beamed with ecstasy. My heart melted.
After helping him climb out, the deputy opened the trunk, eyes twinkling and said, “I have something for you.” He lifted out a big brown teddy bear with a sheriff’s badge.
Stooping down, he looked into Kevin’s eyes and said, “This is for you because you are such a good boy.”
All I can recall after that was fighting back the tears, driving in silence, as my little boy sat next to me clutching that big brown bear.
“Why did he do that, Mommy? Why was he so nice? Why did he give me this big bear?”
I managed to choke out the words, “I don’t know. I guess he thought you were pretty special. And I do too. I love you.”
“I love you too, Mommy.”
Leaving him that night was just as painful, but somehow my burden seemed lighter. A little more bearable.
The next day I sent a thank you note:
Dear Deputy Randy,
You will never know how much your kindness touched my son and me last night. Kevin’s father left and we are in the deepest darkest valley we have ever known. The way you reached out to my little boy will never be forgotten. And the big brown bear will always be a treasure to him. Thank you for letting God use you to give us hope.
As I wrote that letter, I realized that God was there. He had been all along. Only I just wasn’t looking. He showed his love through this person in a way that He knew we needed. In a language a four-year-old could understand.
Now many years later, I have learned that one way God loves us is through other people. And now that many of my broken pieces have mended, I want to be one who pours out His love to someone else in pain.
For the last 16 years, that deputy remembered Kevin with cards and gifts and visits…even a ride-along. My son is now 21. He has graduated from the Police Cadet Academy, and is completing his college degree.
Guess what is still sitting on his bed?
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