Does that not prove my point though?
Preaching the Gospel.
Is that not the works addressed in Corinthians the we are discussing?
Funny but sad story, but yet not funny.
There was a corner shop that was near where I work. A small shop.
I would often get my lunch there or a drink.
Got to know the owner and his wife.
The wife was diagnosed with breast cancer and was getting treatment.
And in between she was still in the shop working when she was up to it.
She was in her 30's
I noticed she wasn't in the shop as much.
I went on my holiday and when I came back and went to work when I went to the shop I asked her husband how is your wife doing?
He said she is in a hospice, gone down hill quickly and only has a couple of weeks.
I said really sorry to hear this then left the shop. I had been praying privately for her.
A couple of days late when I was going into work I really felt God ask me to go and offer to pray for her.
So I parked my car where I work and this is true.
Sat in my car and the conversation was.
You want me to go and pray?
Yes he said.
I said no.
He said please go and offer to pray.
So I am in my car having an argument with God.
I'm raising my hands in despair and fear.
If I am honest if anyone would have seen me they would have questioned if I was having a breakdown.
So I did as I was asked by God but asked "Please make sure the shop is empty"
It was and I asked her husband "Can i go and pray for her?
He said the following.
"Don't bother last night the hospice vicar offered to pray for her, she told him to stick the fxxxx bible up his fxxxx backside and she well tell you the same"
I felt gutted and confused.
Why would God asked me to do this?
God asked me to offer to pray for him which I did.
He refused.
I also felt God to ask me to pray for her as well.
The next day he told me she died last night.
Hoping deatbead confession and hoping the husband heard the gospel
Preaching the Gospel.
Is that not the works addressed in Corinthians the we are discussing?
Funny but sad story, but yet not funny.
There was a corner shop that was near where I work. A small shop.
I would often get my lunch there or a drink.
Got to know the owner and his wife.
The wife was diagnosed with breast cancer and was getting treatment.
And in between she was still in the shop working when she was up to it.
She was in her 30's
I noticed she wasn't in the shop as much.
I went on my holiday and when I came back and went to work when I went to the shop I asked her husband how is your wife doing?
He said she is in a hospice, gone down hill quickly and only has a couple of weeks.
I said really sorry to hear this then left the shop. I had been praying privately for her.
A couple of days late when I was going into work I really felt God ask me to go and offer to pray for her.
So I parked my car where I work and this is true.
Sat in my car and the conversation was.
You want me to go and pray?
Yes he said.
I said no.
He said please go and offer to pray.
So I am in my car having an argument with God.
I'm raising my hands in despair and fear.
If I am honest if anyone would have seen me they would have questioned if I was having a breakdown.
So I did as I was asked by God but asked "Please make sure the shop is empty"
It was and I asked her husband "Can i go and pray for her?
He said the following.
"Don't bother last night the hospice vicar offered to pray for her, she told him to stick the fxxxx bible up his fxxxx backside and she well tell you the same"
I felt gutted and confused.
Why would God asked me to do this?
God asked me to offer to pray for him which I did.
He refused.
I also felt God to ask me to pray for her as well.
The next day he told me she died last night.
Hoping deatbead confession and hoping the husband heard the gospel