REMEMBER TO PRAISE HIM ALSO
CALL unto Me, and I will answer thee, and shew thee great
and mighty things, which thou knowest not.
—Jeremiah 33:3
Mr. May was a short, jolly little man who had a used-furniture shop in our town. He told me once of a day in summer when the sky turned black as patent leather as a storm boomed up in the Southwest. The bottom of the cloud seemed to squeeze together and the top spread out until it looked like a great cobra weaving toward him.
“It sounded like a hundred jets taking off,” he said, his brown eyes narrowing, “I didn’t have a cellar to run to; I just sat in my little house and talked pretty earnest to the Lord. I said, ‘God help me! I know You can do it!’ About that time that funnel just sucked up my house and took off with it, twirling it like a top. It carried us for an eighth of a mile and put us down. The walls of the house all fell flat, and I walked out. Didn’t have a scratch.”
“The Lord was certainly with you,” I marveled.
“If He was, He was a’goin’ some,” Mr. May reflected.
Like Mr. May, I often cry out for God’s instant attention. I may have been busy, happy, forgetting God for hours at a time. Then, suddenly, an urgent phone call; an impending head-on collision; a child’s scream; a doctor’s report…and I call, “God, help!” No apologies for neglecting Him; no praise for His past goodness; no thanks for His loving me; for being there, listening. I just call, remembering His assurance when Abraham questioned His power and He answered, “Is there any thing too hard for Me?” (Jeremiah 32:27)
May everything that has breath praise You, God,
for Your love and mercy.
–Zona B. Davis