I Believe in Miracles!

I have to share with you this message from David Wilkerson. I had told you that he is one of my “heroes” of the faith, and is still ministering at the “Times Square Church” in New York City. I occasionally receive messages and updates on his ministry, and I had to share this one with you, because like Wilkerson, I believe in miracles:

I believe in miracles!

There is a mother in our church choir who has been praying for her son for years. He had fallen deep into sin as a teenager. She prayed, “God, whatever it takes, save him.” Instead of turning to Christ, he became a Muslim. For the next seven years, he buried himself in that devilish doctrine. But his mother kept praying. Islam sent the boy into a deep depression. In his awful despair, he jumped from a six-story building, hoping to kill himself. Instead, he landed on his feet, crushing a number of bones – and he survived. Last Sunday, he limped onto our stage and told how Jesus Christ miraculously saved him. His mother sat in the choir, praising God and remembering her many tears and hours in prayer. God heard her cry.

Thank God for miracles today!

A teenage boy in our church spoke of praying that God would use him in his high school, which is located near Ground Zero and the demolished Twin Towers. He and a friend began to stand outside the school every day, praying out loud. Some mocked them, but others began to join them. It led to the school permitting them to conduct Bible classes in the school. The young man is so overjoyed, and now some teachers are attending. He said, “Can you imagine God using a scared, little nobody like me? God still does miracles.”

Thank God, he is still the miracle worker!

A young man in prison wrote us a letter that moved me deeply. Talk about miracles! Here is what he wrote, word for word:

“David, I receive your sermons through the mail. I am one of the school shooters. I’m the one they blame for starting it all off. On October 1, 1997, I went into Pearl High School and killed two students and wounded seven. I also killed my mother before this. After I came to jail I got saved. If there is any way that I can help your ministry, I would love to. Maybe I could give you my testimony. I’ll do anything to help. I look forward to your sermons each month…”

Yes, I believe in miracles!

Me too!

Almost daily I receive stories like this from all over the U.S. and throughout the world. Our God is active and alive and moving on people’s hearts wherever they live. Whether the people are in the deep jungles of Africa or the arid lands of the Middle East, our Lord will find them. I receive testimonies from China, Argentina, Cuba, Russia and other countries proclaiming how the Spirit of God is moving and working in the hearts of men.

Look around you as the planet begins to groan under the weight of sin. As I Thessalonians 5:3 says, “When people say, "Everything is safe and sound!" destruction will suddenly strike them. It will be as sudden as labor pains come to a pregnant woman. They won't be able to escape.” As labor pains come? Don’t the increase in frequency and in intensity before the child is born?

You would have to deaf, dumb or blind (or so cold-hearted you don’t care) to see that our Lord is “at the door and knocking.” If he isn’t actually “knocking,” we should be able to hear his footsteps.

His is capturing hearts in lands that were thought to be dead to the Gospel. Revivals are taking place even under the watchful eyes of Muslim leaders. If you have read “The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe,” you will understand when I say “Aslan is on the move—perhaps has already landed."

And now a very curious thing happened. None of the children knew who Aslan was any more than you do; but the moment the Beaver had spoken these words everyone felt quite different. Perhaps it has sometimes happened to you in a dream that someone says something which you don't understand but in the dream it feels as if it had some enormous meaning—either a terrifying one which turns the whole dream into a nightmare or else a lovely meaning too lovely to put into words, which makes the dream so beautiful that you remember it all your life and are always wishing you could get into that dream again. It was like that now. At the name Aslan each one of the children felt something jump in its inside. Edmund felt a sensation of mysterious horror. Peter felt suddenly brave and adventerous. Susan felt as if some delicious smell or some delighful strain of music had just floated by her. And Lucy got the feeling you have when you wake up in the morning and realize that it is the beginning of the holidays or the beginning of summer.

And so the savior-lion Aslan is introduced. In the story, soon after this, Lucy asks the beaver if Aslan was safe. He replied is "'Course he isn't safe. But he is good." Oh, for all the people of the Earth to understand that.

Nickolas

(I send out messages like this to about 70 people each morning. If you are interested, let me know. However, you can also find these messages at: Thought For The Day)