Danya Jordan

Dr. David Jeremiah, Founder of Turning Point Ministries and Pastor of Shadow Mountain Community Church in California, tells this amazing story of how the Truth found another rebel sinner and brought her to Himself. This is a reminder of how the Holy Spirit uses Truth. Remember we cannot mess up God’s plan for our lives. How refreshing.  Be encouraged today.

“You’d be amazed how many times something as unlikely as that has happened, always beginning with the Word being preached. There is an account of a woman on her deathbed. She described how she was saved by reading a crumpled, ragged piece of wrapping paper in a package shipped from Australia. Someone had used the printed text of a sermon by Charles H. Spurgeon to wrap a package for shipment. The sermon was preached in England, printed in America, shipped to Australia, then sent back to England as wrapping paper, where the woman read it and encountered Jesus Christ. The Word traveled thousands of miles on the cheapest, most crumpled and smeared newsprint. But the truth shone brilliantly through the simplest of media, and God’s Word did not return void.” (David Jeremiah, Living With Confidence in a Chaotic World, pg. 149)

“One road leads home and 1000 roads lead into the wilderness.” –C.S. Lewis

In the mid-1950s, the Rev. W.E. Sangster noticed a strange feeling in his throat and that his leg had begun to drag. He promptly went to visit his doctor. Rev. Sangster was diagnosed with an incurable disease that caused progressive muscle atrophy. His muscles would continue to waste away, including the muscles in his throat, and he would eventually be unable to swallow.

Knowing that his time was growing short, Rev. Sangster decided to use his time in writing for British home mission and in prayer. During this time, he wrote numerous articles and books, and organized prayer groups throughout England.

His disease did progress. Eventually he was unable to talk, but he could hold a pen. On Easter Sunday, just a few weeks before he died, he wrote a letter to his daughter. Barely able to control his pen, he wrote, “It is terrible to wake up on Easter morning and no voice to shout, ‘Christ is risen!’—but it would be still more terrible to have a voice and not want to shout.” “