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Pastimes : Ask and You Shall Receive -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: gregor who wrote (165)	5/12/1998 1:12:00 PM
From: Jane Hafker	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 14396

Dearest Gregor, we have all been in the same position for 2000 years. After we are saved, we know without a doubt whatsoever that Jesus Christ is real, and His Father moreso. The rest of the whole game is simply believing them both. I see that we can do nothing else. If we believe them both, then we pray. Like we were instructed. Then we're instructed to believe this thing will happen. I know that the sea was divided by a huge ship to 2 stranded whales. A whole frozen sea. A cooperation of two countries who were total enemies, with no lines of personal communication whatsoever, and most certainly not along the lines of saving two big fish. So, if we believe the mountain will be thrown into the sea, Jesus instructed that it will be in fact thrown into the sea. BY HIM. Not by us. And again, it must be in line with the perfect Will of God in that situation. But all prayer simply boils down to faith in God, I think. And that He does what He says. When I was 10 I had a beloved hamster, one of hundreds. This one was very gentle and a pure pet. He's been gone for ages, and I was laying in bed and told God that if He found my hampster I'd go to Sunday School every week. (We were a fairly pagan family, looking back on it. CHurch was every several years, MAYBE.) Within seconds, or during the prayer, even, my father said to my mother, "Millie, here's the #@ ! # hampster!" (My parents favorite explicatives of choice always involved calling on the name of either the Father or the Son, but rarely anything else, strangely enough. My father seemed obsessed with bringing in the Father on all statements, and my mother seemed obsessed with the Son's name. VERY WEIRD looking back on it, and it all seemed quite normal as I remember. The hampster was very very thin, and looked horrible, and it made no sense at all as hampsters do not hide and commit suicide of thirst and hunger. So, it still makes no sense that my hampster staggered out from under the dresser in my parents' room, but he did. No, I did not start going to Sunday school. I forgot. (Boy, did I ever make it up later, though.) So, for 20 years the Lord would remind me of the hampster. And when I got saved I still remembered the hampster, as that was my only real contact all those years. So maybe we are to take the smallest prayer answered and begin to build our faith on that?