I personally needed to read this post.
J. Michael Thomas:
Anne Lamott, in her book, “Traveling Mercies” retells an old story about a man getting drunk at a bar in Alaska. He’s telling the bartender how he recently lost whatever faith he’d had after his twin-engine plane crashed in the tundra.
“Yeah,” he says bitterly. “I lay there in the wreckage, hour after hour, nearly frozen to death, crying out for God to save me, praying for help with every ounce of my being, but he didn’t raise a finger to help. So I’m alone with the whole charade.”
“But,” said the bartender, squinting an eye at him, “you’re here. You were saved.”
“Yeah, that’s right,” says the man. “Because finally some dumb Eskimo came along.”
It seems that often times we just don’t get when God is trying to help us out.
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