Gravel Road Musings

And yes, I am quite well aware of the fact that these two subject titles have nothing in common with each other. And I hope I don't offend anyone my mixing humor and serious all in one post. We will start with the latter. Our church had ordination this past weekend and it was a really good weekend. But what has stuck out in my mind since then was the sermon we heard on Saturday night, entittled: "Surrendered to the Will of God." It felt like a revival sermon. Just a really good emphasis on being surrendered to God, willing to take up your cross and sacrifice and follow the call that God has given you in your life. The story was told of Frances Havergal and her change from nominal Christianity to solid devotion and how she asked God to save the 10 people in the house that she was staying in and how through her prayers and God working, all 10 people were saved. It was the kind of sermon where you left and you were almost jealous of the two ministers being ordained. Not that...

I believe it is safe to say that it has been a long time since I have posted here. Beware, this may be a long, lengthy post. But I may also run out of time as I will soon need to get ready for church. I suppose you are wondering why I chose the title. I was reading the SS lesson this morning and the phrase that jumped out to me was when Jesus reached out and touched the man with leprosy. That just wasn't done in those days. You didn't touch unclean people; you didn't touch people with leprosy for sure, because maybe you would get the disease from them. I am not real sure what leprosy was in today's vernacular-if it truly was a contagious disease or just a dreaded disease because there was no cure. Obviously, it was awful if it made your fingers and toes fall off. But Jesus took the risk, (well, for Him it was no risk) and He reached out and touched him. Which do you think had the greatest effect on the man: the touch of Jesus or the healing. Obviously, the healing allow...