If you are reading this... you can be pretty sure God is trying to get your attention!
Let's explore this further...
|Wilbur and Orville Wright made their first flight on Dec 17, 1903. As keen Christians, God had an exciting life of destiny for them. Now is the time to enter into your destiny...|
This is the best news you have ever heard... Everything God has in mind for you is wonderful... Not without testing and trial
but always engaging you towards the highest good for yourself and for others. The Lord Jesus Christ is destined to be the central focus, motivation and provision
in your life... this is good news! this is good news! God knows where you are and loves you in the most positive ways imaginable... He is awaiting your response.
The Right Stuff
We may all have differing answers... including, being diligent, enthusiasm for the work, or just having IT. When I started out in aviation some years ago I quickly sensed that you had to have what it takes. Tom Wolf summed it up in his book, the right stuff. The prevailing attitude since WW II up until very recently was the super intelligent pilot who could handle any situation, charm the girls to his advantage, party all night and then operate like a star the next morning.
Although in reality we all knew this to be far from the truth we somehow perpetuated the myth so as not to offend the peers in this exclusive club. Mental health is probably as important an aspect of any aviator's life as any other. Some recent incidents have highlighted this. The sad truth is that the supermen of the skies face all the same doubts and questions as the rest of the population. In fact we are in a unique position to question the world we live in…
That we fly safely for hours on end in a man made machine that buzzes with electronic life and intelligence is a miracle in itself.
That we witness the never failing appearance of the sun at each new day from aloft as the world spins reliably on its axis in a pre-planned orbit; raises many questions in the inquiring mind.
That so many of us for so many years of our lives suppressed these searching questions is equally amazing… Who put this all together? Who am I? What am I really doing here? Is there really any meaningful future out there?
We all need the Lord...
Consider the following paradox...
We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers;
Where do I go from here?
First ask yourself two honest questions...
Have you inner peace and joy in your life?
How much time and effort have you invested in your education and work? Isn't it now time to invest yourself in discovering your destiny and purpose?
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How do I become a Christian?
Many people come to God through a personal search for meaning in life, through the influence of family and friends, or as a result of finding their need of God in a crisis.
Yet studies also tell us that only about 10% of people come out of a crisis better off for it. In other words, most people are damaged by crisis. However with God the purpose is NEVER destructive. God's activity in our lives is always redemptive and creative. The Bible tells us that with Jesus we can have life and have it to the full (John 10:10). What changes in the Christian life is our focus, our motivation and our fulfilment.
So how do we become personally acquainted with Jesus? The Bible tells us that any person who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved (Romans 10:13). Our position of humility before God is to recognise our need of Jesus and to call on him in prayer.
Here is an example of the kind of prayer we can pray...
The exact words don't matter, it's what's on your heart that counts ~ our contrite turning to God and His ways.
"At the time I was driving on 1-75 near Dayton, Ohio, with my wife and children. We turned off the highway for a rest and refreshment stop. My wife Barbara and children went into the restaurant. I suddenly felt the need to stretch my legs, so waved them off ahead saying I'd join them later. I bought a soft drink, and as I walked toward a Dairy Queen, feelings of self-pity enshrouded my mind. I loved the Lord and my ministry, but I felt drained, burdened. My cup was empty.
Suddenly the impatient ringing of a telephone nearby jarred me out of my doldrums. It was coming from a phone booth at a service station on the corner.
Wasn't anyone going to answer the phone? Noise from the traffic flowing through the busy intersection must have drowned out the sound because the service station attendant continued looking after his customers, oblivious to the incessant ringing.
"Why doesn't somebody answer that phone?" I muttered. I began reasoning. It may be important. What if it's an emergency? Curiosity overcame my indifference.
I stepped inside the booth and picked up the phone. "Hello," I said casually and took a big sip of my drink.
The operator said:" Long distance call for Ken Gaub." My eyes widened, and I almost choked on a chunk of ice.
Swallowing hard, I said, "You're crazy!" Then realising I shouldn't speak to an operator like that, I added, "This can't be! I was walking down the road, not bothering anyone, and the phone was ringing..."
"Is Ken Gaub there?" the operator interrupted, "I have a long distance call for him."
It took a moment to gain control of my babbling, but I finally replied, "Yes, he is here." Searching for a possible explanation, I wondered if I could possibly be on Candid Camera! Still shaken, perplexed, I asked, "How in the world did you reach me here? I was walking down the road, the pay phone started ringing, and I just answered it on chance. You can't mean me."
"Well," the operator asked, "is Mr Gaub there or isn't he?"
"Yes, I am Ken Gaub," I said, finally convinced by the tone of her voice that the call was real.
Then I heard another voice say, "Yes, that's him, operator. That's Ken Gaub." I listened dumbfounded to a strange voice identify herself...
"I'm Millie from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. You don't know me, Mr Gaub, but I'm desperate. Please help me."
"What can I do for you?" She began weeping. Finally she regained control and continued.
"I was about to commit suicide, had just finished writing a note, when I began to pray and tell God I really didn't want to do this. Then I suddenly remembered seeing you on television and thought if I could just talk to you, you could help me. I knew that was impossible because I didn't know how to reach you, I didn't know anyone who could help me find you. Then some numbers came to my mind, and I scribbled them down."
At this point she began weeping again, and I prayed silently for wisdom to help her. She continued:
"I looked at the numbers and thought, couldn't it be wonderful if I had a miracle from God, and He has given me Ken's phone number? I decided to try calling it. I can't believe I'm talking to you. Are you in your office in California?"
I replied, "Lady, I don't have an office in California. My office is in Yakima, Washington." A little surprised, she asked,
"Oh really, then where are you?"
"Don't you know?" I responded. "You made the call." She explained:
"But I don't even know what area I'm calling. I just dialled the number that I had on this paper."
"Maam, you won't believe this, but I'm in a phone booth in Dayton Ohio!"
"Really?" she exclaimed. "Well, what are you doing there?"
I kidded her gently, "well, I'm answering the phone. It was ringing as I walked by, so I answered it."
Knowing this encounter could only have been arranged by God, I began to counsel the woman. As she told me of her despair and frustration, the presence of the Holy Spirit flooded the phone booth giving me words of wisdom beyond my ability.
In a matter of moments, she prayed the sinner's prayer and met Jesus… who would lead her out of her situation into a new life.
I walked away form that telephone booth with an electrifying sense of our heavenly Father's concern for each of His children. What were the astronomical odds of this happening. With all the millions of phones and innumerable combinations of numbers… only an all-knowing God could have caused that woman to call THAT number, in THAT phone booth, at THAT moment in time.
Forgetting my drink and nearly bursting with exhilaration, I headed back to my family, wondering if they would believe my story. Maybe I better not tell this I thought, but I couldn't contain it. "Barb, you won't believe this! God knows where I am!"
God also knows where you are. Place yourself in His hands, concentrate on knowing His will for your life, and He will never forsake or forget you."
By Ken Gaub
Let's imagine this hour glass represents your life span. You know how much of your life has already passed into the lower jar... but how many hours, days or years are yet to come?
Only God knows... it may be many years - or perhaps just a few grains of sand remain! In either case ask we should ask ourselves...
am I ready - if the top jar is almost empty?
what have I filled my bottom jar with: things of eternal value... or just too much junk? (2 Chron 12:14)
Where are you now between new-life and...
See footnotes for photo background
Now is the time for us to consider our relationship with God... and learn his way from today through to eternity.
However, if you leave it until a crisis comes... well no one gets ready for a crisis in a moment! What a person does in an crisis is determined by what he has been doing regularly for a long time...
This is an actual photo of PSA Flight 206 on 25th Sept 1978, following a mid air collision with a Cessna 172 in the circuit area at San Diego. 144 people died, five minutes before a normal landing was expected (see footnotes).
Can you prepare for eternity in the last seconds?
No you can't. But you can respond to the invitation of Jesus: "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." (Matt 11:28).
This rest from Jesus is His relief from our burden of sin... the release obtained when he died representing you and me: he died in our place - innocently for our sin - vicariously - on our Cross - he took the punishment we deserve because we are sinners before God. This is GRACE - God's extension of his love to us.
But... Jesus is not dead. He has been raised from death to eternal life - where he has prepared a place for us. (John 14:2)
We can now know him in a personal way...
Jesus promised: "If anyone loves me, he will obey my teaching. My Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him."
The first teaching to obey comes with a promise...
Jesus said... "The work of God is this: to believe in the one he has sent" (John 6:29); and
"All that the Father gives me will come to me, and whoever comes to me I will never drive away". (John 6:37)
It is this good! Now is the time to come to Jesus... to ask the Lord into your heart with an attitude of humility and reverence.
Don't leave your call to God until it's too late!
Each spring eagles return to the same nest with the same partner. Favourite branches in lookout tress - ones with the best views of their nest and the fishing cove - are rubbed bear by sentry duty.
Branches, dried grass and moss form a ten foot wide platform (photo), more than big enough for a king sized bed. Days are silent but for the chick's cries and its parents warning calls to eagles that fly too close. Before the Salmon run begins the adults wade into tide pools for small fish to carry to the nest. I saw only the mother feed the eaglet. She tears food into pieces and gently holds them in front of her chick. It will fledge in 90 days, but six to eight years will pass before it fully develops...
"How long ago did these victims of thirst fall by the wayside?" wrote Georges-Marie Haardt, leader of the Citroen Central African Expedition of 1924. Haardt’s group - the first to cross the African continent by automobile - found the parched remains of three travellers in the Sahara’s Tanezrouft region, 50 miles from the closest well.
The book Haardt wrote with his second in command, M. Louis Audouin-Dubreuil, describes the scene: "Their clothes, mere frayed-out tatters, still remain; from an open bag grains of corn lie spilled, and on this cursed soil are unable to take root. We pass on in silence."
Haardt needed no reminder of the dangers of the Sahara. During the desert leg of the 15,000-mile trip the expedition’s eight trucks travelled for more than 330 miles without finding a drop of water. "Any breeze there is becomes a torment," the team reported. "We are suffocated, saturated with dust; we could almost believe ourselves to be like men turned into red brick" This photo was published in the June 1926 article "Through the Deserts and Jungles of Africa by Motor."
Credit to National Geographic, March 1999.
PSA Flight 206
"Air Disaster" Volume 2 by Macarthur Job. Published by Aerospace Publications, Australia, March 1996.