May 3

“And it shall come to pass that whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be delivered.” Joel 2:32

Why do not I call on His name? Why do I run to this neighbor and that when God is so near and will hear my faintest call? Why do I sit down and devise schemes and invent plans? Why not at once roll myself and my burden upon the Lord?

Straightforward is the best runner–why do not I run at once to the living God? In vain shall I look for “deliverance anywhere else; but with God I shall find it; for here I have His royal shall to make it sure. I need not ask whether I may call on Him or not, for that word “Whosoever” is a very wide and comprehensive one. Whosoever means me, for it means anybody and everybody who calls upon God. I will therefore follow the leading of the text, and at once call upon the glorious Lord who has made so large a promise.

My case is urgent, and I do not see how I am to be delivered; but this is no business of mine. He who makes the promise will find ways and means of keeping it. It is mine to obey His commands; it is not mine to direct His counsels. I am His servant, not His solicitor. I call upon Him, and He will deliver. (Streams in the Desert)

A friend told me of miraculous answer to prayer in the Middle East that inspires me to call on the Lord. This true story begins by a tender youth opening her heart to Christ, with several relatives following her example. We will call her Mary. Hope dawned for the impoverished family in a dark landscape of fear and oppression, but dimmed again in the days that followed when her eyesight began to fail. Mary was carried to doctors to learn what could be done, but each physician pronounced the same verdict—inevitable blindness. Doctors suggested she should learn to read Braille, but the family was too poor to buy any books and there were no institutions to provide them for her. What began as an alarming situation was now even more grim, so the new disciples cried out in desperation to the Lord.

A church in their neighborhood invited her along with other children to join them for a special program. The eager children pressed into the meager space, and giggled at the puppets, laughed at numerous dramatic presentations, and sang along as best they could. Every portion was carefully orchestrated to present Jesus Christ as Son of God and a willing Savior. At the end of the program, the leader announced a special surprise. Friends from America had sent a shoebox for each child filled with items they could keep. The boxes were distributed, and the leader counted down, “Three . . . two . . . one,” which signaled the children to open their boxes. Children laughed and cheered as they peered inside to find things most of them had never held before, much less possessed. Mary slowly removed the paper and top, and could not believe her failing eyes when she looked inside her own box to find a book written in Braille. She showed it in wonder to the adults, and all were stunned. They quickly went to the other boxes to see if that same gift was repeated in any others, but it was not. In God’s mercy and providence, He placed hope in the exact hands intended to receive it. No hurt is too secret and no need too impossible to share with the God of mercy.

“But I am like a green olive tree in the house of God: I trust in the mercy of God for ever and ever.” Psalms 52:8 | KJV

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