Joe

   

   I have a story to tell you. It's not a fable. It's reality. This really happened.  I could never forget this or make this up. I would beg anyone to respond in kind as to how God, Jehovah; Yahweh Himself, would ever reach down and help the little ones in this world. The truth is, He does. He did. I have proof. I am not lying. This is a true story. 

 I've never shared this publicly.  But it's time. The time is at hand to start proclaiming.  It's time to let His glory and reach be known to people. There is God, and He really cares about us individually.

  For me to lie about this...What a sin that would be!!! It would be spitting in God's face using His crown for my glory. May that never be so! What I'm about to share is meant to touch perhaps just one soul whose world it shakes. It's time to be bold and declare His goodness in this dying world.

  On February 23rd, 2014 my life changed.  Drastically. Upside down. Inside out. It's an entirely different conversation. In my head that is my pivot moment. My real birthday. I knew that GOD was real that day. It's hands down the single biggest moment in my life. Period. It changed every thought since.

Fast forward a year and I am walking to my apartment from the parking lot and I hear clearly, in my heart soul and mind this: 'Go and give Joe all your money.' It was Yahweh's voice and that voice is Yeshua, Jesus.  It speaks in a place that only he can access. It is very real. I knew how much I had on me, 500 bucks exactly. Just pulled it out of the bank. I totally ignored His voice and proceeded to my apartment where I find myself in a real debate with myself and my Father above.  Joe was an addict, I figured what would happen if I gave him that kind of money. 

I was so wrong.

   So I decide to cave, to give in, for I am at this point 1000 percent certain I have to do this. It's not a choice now. It's a mission. I walk across the courtyard and make my way to Joe's apartment and knock on his door.

  So I really didn't know what to say, so I just got out the money out of my pocket and gave it to Joe and told him quite deliberately that God asked me to come over and give him this. 'This money is not from me Joe bc I would just not do this...God wants you to have this. He loves you...' His response is one of those moments that a man could never forget. It will always be a marker in my life. Joe said straight away NO, he couldn't take it. He just couldn't believe it. He said there was no way he could take it. Then he could hardly even contain himself as he reached out. Like Joe was gonna buckle to the floor. It effected me greatly to see this kind of emotion on a guy I'd spoken to maybe 3 times in my life. I had never witnessed this kind of appreciation before. I felt so small.

  Joe looked at me when he composed himself and said that he literally just prayed right there a moment ago before I knocked on his door,  that there would be some kind of miracle, bc he needed tires and glasses so bad that he was about to sell his car to buy glasses. Thats where he was in life that day. Broke and broken. He was such a mess. He was trembling and visibly shaken. In absolute disbelief.

 So was I. I got to witness a modern day miracle that day. He is no longer an addict. He stopped using opiates that month. He recovered. He got new glasses and tires and turned his entire life around. It was such a good day for us all.

  It may sound way way out there that GOD talks to people. He certainly does. This really happened. It didn't take a religion or a church or doctrine and tradition to see this happen. What it took was God speaking and people listening. My history is shattered and torn enough to have seen myself in Joe. It didn't take much courage to approach Joe. It took faith. Walking off that place of comfort and believing there is a great purpose from above residing in oneself that is Christ in you. 

  Today my continued and often prayed prayer is for moments like this to again be presented to me where I can be sent for a reason to a place of divine purpose. Even in clay earthen vessels, Yahweh has a purpose. I am living proof that this notion is true. God's greatness will Always exceed my humility. He is the most amazing reality for the lost and broken. I am so very thankful the day I gave Joe that money. It mattered on a scale beyond my reasoning. I'm absolutley not worthy. But I am, willing.