Recently I went with David to an assisted living home. These precious people used to meet for a Bible study but have had no one come since January. 
A few weeks ago, David got spontaneously asked to go share with them. It looks like they may become his little church. I was impressed and blessed by these women and grateful for a husband who doesn’t forget about the forgotten.
We discussed John 12, what we commonly call Palm Sunday, and about the first coming of Jesus when He came humbly, riding on a donkey….to SAVE. And then we took a brief look at the second coming of Jesus, when He will come to JUDGE the world and to bring home to heaven all who have believed in Him….
Revelation 19:11-16 ~”And I saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse, and He who sat on it is called Faithful and True, and in righteousness He judges and wages war. His eyes are a flame of fire, and on His head are many diadems; and He has a name written on Him which no one knows except Himself. He is clothed with a robe dipped in blood, and His name is called The Word of God. And the armies which are in heaven, clothed in fine linen, white and clean, were following Him on white horses. From His mouth comes a sharp sword, so thatwith it He may strike down the nations, and He will rule them with a rod of iron; and He treads the wine press of the fierce wrath of God, the Almighty. And on His robe and on His thigh He has a name written, “KING OF KINGS, AND LORD OF LORDS.”
My new 90-year-old friend commented that when you read it aloud like that, it really sounds pretty scary. And she’s right. For those who know God, we should be filled with a deep and reverential fear, an awe, a preparedness….He IS coming back. He will be victorious. He ALONE is God. This spurred a couple of them, at 80-something and 90, to discussing their witnessing opportunities in the home and how they needed the Lord’s wisdom to know how to share because people are easily offended in their home. This isn’t an excuse to stop them, though, and they acknowledged how they still must take Holy Spirit led opportunities and share the gospel.
We want people to rejoice at His coming because they KNOW Him, not to shrink in shame when it’s too late. How often my own fear of man keeps me from sharing what they need most.
Like these precious women, let’s ask the Lord to give us wisdom and daily guidance into HOW He would have us to share and with WHOM He would lead us to share. Then, let’s be faithful.
Before I wrap these few thoughts up for the day, there is one more thing I’ve thought of many times since I visited with these women. I’m not entirely sure how we went from witnessing to prayer, but the correlation should be obvious nonetheless. David asked these women how he could pray for them and shared his renewed commitment to grow as a man of prayer. Several of us echoed the sentiment about our own continual need to become more faithful in prayer, to spend more time on our knees as well as to have more of a continual focus on prayer throughout the day. One precious lady (very much in her right mind!) spoke quietly, almost to herself until she looked at me and said, ” I pray all the time. I pray all day long. I ask Jesus about everything–should I do this, how should I do that, what do you want me to do? Sometimes I even forget that Jesus isn’t standing there right beside me.”
No, the resurrected Jesus Christ is not physically standing beside her, but He certainly is with her, communing with her daily, moment by moment. She lives her life to depend on Him, to ask Him what His desires are for her, to submit to Him in every aspect of her life, to talk to the Lord at all times and not just when she bows her head to pray a couple of times a day. I long to be this kind of woman, to be in such fellowship with Jesus that I just might, even in my right mind, forget that He’s not actually standing in the room.
“Rejoice always; pray without ceasing; in everything give thanks; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18
BUT it did kinda take me back to the sound of music days and made me actually want to walk through a train station and find some spontaneous dancing as if life was a musical. Sorry for those of you who could hardly stand the cheese! haha. 
