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Adrian Rogers, in a sermon, told of an elderly widow who lived in an old apartment. She loved the Lord. Her landlord was not a Christian and even ridiculed the widow for being a narrow-minded religious fanatic. On one occasion, she ran out of groceries and prayed for God to supply her need. The landlord could hear her praying through the paper-thin apartment walls. He decided to play a trick on her. While she was out the landlord bought a large amount of groceries, used the passkey, and placed them in her room. When she returned, she began to praise the Lord. She then marched over to the landlord’s room and bragged on the Lord for His answering her prayer. The landlord rebuked her. He said, “God didn’t answer your prayer, I bought those groceries and here is the receipt.” The godly widow responded, “No! You are wrong. God did answer my prayer, even if He did have to use the devil!” God is not limited in how He accomplishes His will in our lives. Our Creator is creative.

Part of Habakkuk’s problem was God’s use of the wicked Babylonians to chastise God’s people.

There is an important progression in Habakkuk’s life from chapter one to chapter three: a growth in the grace and knowledge of Christ Jesus.

The Book of Habakkuk opens with the prophet sparring with God. Habakkuk is verbally battling with his Creator. Questioning Him! Complaining to Him! Habakkuk, however, finds out that his arms are too short to box with God.

In Habakkuk One, Habakkuk is worrying and focusing on his problem. In Habakkuk Two, Habakkuk is waiting and trusting In his God. He drops his weary too short arms. In Habakkuk Three, Habakkuk is worshiping and focusing on his God. He takes off the gloves and falls to the mate in surrender. The circumstances in Habakkuk’s life did not change. As a matter of fact, the circumstance got worse. What changed was Habakkuk’s attitude.

Where are you this today? Worrying, focusing on your problem, blaming God, waiting and trusting on God to answering your prayer, or worshiping God.

In Habakkuk 3:16-19, Habakkuk shows us

1. What To Do When We Are Personally Devastated? (3:16b)

The physical and personal devastation is seen in 3:16.

When Habakkuk heard in 1:5-11, that God was raising up the wicked nation of Babylon to chastise His sinning people, Habakkuk was visibly shaken: from the inside/out, from his bones to his belly, and from his head to his toes. He trembled all over.

Charles Haddon Spurgeon was London’s most loved and hated preacher. When Metropolitan Tabernacle was being enlarged, he and his congregation met in the Crystal Palace. The main floor was full as well as the wrap around balcony. During the first sermon, someone, many think an enemy of Spurgeon’s shouted, “Fire” in the wooden building.  A stampede pursued and several people killed. As Spurgeon watched the panic, he fainted in the pulpit and sank into depression for several weeks.

Perhaps you have experienced this devastation. At the doctor’s office you learn you have a terminal sickness. Your spouse tells you he/she wants out of this marriage. You get an email at work informing you that a layoff will occur shortly. You have huge mortgage payments. One of your children has abandoned the faith. Someone you love dearly is in the ICU on life support and the doctor says that you have to make a decision. This week two church members have asked me to pray for two separate and unrelated car accidents where teenagers were killed.

The solution is to rest on God’s promises (3:16b).

God was fulfilling His Covenant promises in allowing a wicked nation to punish His people, Israel (Deuteronomy 28:25). God also promised His people in Deuteronomy 30:1-2, that He would regather them if they repented. Habakkuk is resting on God’s promises.

The word “rest” in 3:16 is the word used to describe what God did when He finished His six days of creation. On the seventh day (Exodus 20:11) God rested. This does not mean that God was exhausted and physically took a 15-minute break. It means God ceased His creation activity. God did not stop all of His activity; He just stopped His creation activity. He ceased one activity. God still works in sustaining His creation now (John 5:17).

Habakkuk also ceased an activity. He ceased worrying and focusing on his problem. His new activity was faith in God’s promises and worship of the God who gave the promises. Romans 8:28 is one of those promises.

R. A. Torrey called Romans 8:28 “a soft pillow for a tried heart.” In your deepest, most devastating trial, you can rest on promises like Romans 8:28: “And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.”

John R. Rice in his book on prayer recorded someone’s prayer: “Dear God, I hate bacon powder. Dear God, I hate floor. Dear God, I hate shortening. But Dear Jesus, you put them all together and stir them up and put them in the oven and cook it and I put some butter between it, and I sure love hot, homemade biscuits.” That is the promise of Romans 8:28. This verse does not promise that all things are good. But that all things work together for good for them who love God. All circumstances are not good. The cancer report is not good. The news of the spouse who wants out of the marriage is not good. The layoff is not good. The rebellious child is not good. The loved one in ICU is not good. The killing of teenagers in car accidents is not good. But the God who created and runs the universe can bring good out of the bad.

In my next post, Habakkuk will shows us what to do when our circumstances are devastating.

This past Saturday morning, I continued teaching the “How to Interpret the Bible for Myself” series at the Triad Baptist Bible Institute. We had a good time studying typology and I posted twice on that study.

Saturday evening I participated in the ordination of a former student, David Grochowski. I know God is going to use him as he stays humble.

Sunday morning I preached at Gospel Baptist Church where I am serving as interim pastor. The Lord blessed the sermon on the Soveriegn Savior verses the Pouting Preacher from Jonah.

Sunday evening I preached for one of my students, Scott Hedge, at Willowmore Baptist Church in Randleman. It was good to see God’s hand on Scott’s ministry.

A long time member at Gospel Baptist Church, J. D. Wall, passed away and pastor emeritus Frank Gribble and I visited the family Monday evening and preached the funeral today. Please pray for the his wife of 54 years, Elaine, and children, Sharon and Ray. It was very touching when J. D.’s son Ray testified at the funeral that his Dad had led him to the Lord. In my opinion, there is no greater success in this life for a father.

Jill Carattini is managing editor of A Slice of Infinity at Ravi Zacharias International Ministries in Atlanta, Georgia wrote the following story that really made me think:

Swedish chemist Alfred Bernhard Nobel was once largely known as a maker and inventor of explosives. In 1866 Nobel invented dynamite, which earned him both fame and the majority of his wealth. At one point in his life he held more than 350 patents, operated labs in 20 countries, and had more than 90 factories manufacturing explosives and ammunition. Yet today he is most often remembered as the name behind the Nobel Prize, the most highly regarded of international awards for efforts in peace, chemistry, physics, literature, and economics.

In 1888 a bizarre incident occurred, which seemed to have afforded Alfred Nobel an unlikely opportunity for reflection. Many believe it was this event that ultimately led to his establishment of the Nobel Prize and subsequent change in his reputation. When Alfred’s brother Ludvig died while staying in Cannes, France, the French newspapers mistakenly confused the two brothers, reporting the death of the inventor of explosives. One paper’s headline read brusquely: “Le marchand de la mort est mort”—the merchant of death is dead.

 When I read that story this question hit me, “What one line obituary statement will capture my life?” If my friends or family were to write a premature obituary about me, what single statement summary would they pen?

In Romans 16:1-16, Paul sends greetings to some of his friends at the church at Rome. In these greetings, Paul portrays his friends with one line biographies. Here is a sampling:

“Phebe our sister who is a servant of the church which is at Cenchrea”

“Priscilla and Aquilla my helpers in Christ Jesus”

“Mary who bestowed much labor on us”

“Andronicus and Junia my kinsmen, and my fellowprisoners”

About you and me, would our most intimate friends and family etch on our headstone or record in our obituary that we served God by helping others through His church because of Christ? If not, what one line would summarize our lives?

This past weekend was another bittersweet experience. First the bitter. My dear pastor friend, Bobby Edwards, whom we have been praying for, went home to be with Jesus on Friday. Pastor Bobby has been sick for over a year. He recently told his family that he wanted to go heaven to see his mother and Jesus. The Lord granted the desires of his faithful servant of the Lord. On Friday, I visited Bobby’s wife, Donna, and children, Allison, Austin, and Emily. It was a heartbreak. While with the family, Donna was going through some of their files and found the funeral arrangements for Bobby Edwards that he had written 14 years ago. He wants his funeral to be a victory celebration. Please keep this family in your prayers.

Now the sweet. I was so glad that I could be there for Gospel Baptist Church on Sunday. I preached from Philippians 4:10-23 and the Lord used His Word to comfort His people. It was honor to be used of the Lord. Gospel Baptist Church has not only lost a much loved pastor but a close friend. Bobby was at Gospel for 23 years as youth and then senior pastor. Your family intertwines with the church family over that many years. The church needs your prayers as they cope this great loss.

A Tribute to My Mom

Posted: May 9, 2009 in Personal
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Tomorrow is Mother’s Day and I want to pay tribute to the world’s greatest mom. You have heard the saying, “The hand that rocks the cradle rules the nation.”  I am grateful for the hand that rocked my cradle. Of course, your mother may have used a “Swingomatic.”  I grew up in a single parent home. My dad left before I can remember and mom has always been there for me. She later married my step-dad who has been a father to me.

Mom has been the spiritual catalysis in my life. She always took my three younger brothers and me to church. As I say in “About Me” when the hinges of the church door squeaked, we were there.” She, however, did more than just take us to church. Almost every night, mom gathered my brothers and me together for Bible reading and prayer. Once she read an autobiography that impacted my life for years to come. She read “From Disgrace to Grace” by evangelist Oliver B. Greene. Oliver Greene was an old time evangelist whom God used mightily for decades in Tent meetings. Later he became a radio evangelist.

Before his conversion, he was a very rough sinner. He bootlegged moonshine among other vices. He also broke his parent’s heart and almost bankrupted them. But he eventually got saved, called to preach, and the rest is church history. That autobiography left an impression on me that the Holy Spirit used to bring me to Christ.

Mom insisted that we go to all the regular church services and also special services like revivals. I graduated from high school in 1970, and our church was having revival services in February, 1971. Of course, I attended each night. I had no choice. But this time, I wanted to attend because God was working in my life. Even though I had made two professions of faith i.e., gone through the motions of trusting Christ as Savior, I really had not been saved. Each night after the services I would go home and to bed and God would deal with me about my empty life. I would argue with God:

“But I go to Sunday school each Sunday.”

And God would respond, “But you are unsaved.” Not in an audible voice, it was much louder than that.

I would again rebut: “I’m in the youth group.”

“But your life has not changed.”

I would fall sleep arguing with God. Mom had witnessed to me many times and I would say, “Mom, I’m saved, just leave me alone!!!” But she did not.

On the last night of the revival, I finally gave in and responded at the invitation, knelt at the altar, and started praying. My pastor told me how to trust Christ as my Savior and I did. Mom had been kneeling behind and praying for me. We stood up together. We hugged and I told my mom, “Mom, I am saved.” We wept and rejoiced together. Every year on February 15, I receive a phone call from my mom and she says, “Do you know what today is. I just wanted to wish you a spiritual happy birthday.” Later God called me to preach, pastor, earn a doctor’s degree, and teach college home and aboard.

I recently met a pastor from Lebanon whom I trained to preach in Egypt. In his church, he has five young men he is training to preach using the method and materials I had used with him. Wow! That is one of the greatest rewards a teacher and preacher can receive in this life. I owe all of this to God’s grace and mom. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom, and thanks for your life and love.