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Fingerprints

I want to share a story with you.

This story is written by Max Lucado, and it is a really good example of what is meant when we talk about the “Fingerprints of God”.

I hope you enjoy it.

Max Lucado (In the Eye of the Storm) The Old Man and the White Horse

Once there was an old man who lived in a tiny village. Although poor, he was envied by all, for he owned a beautiful white horse. Even the king coveted his treasure. A horse like this had never been seen before – such was its splendor, its majesty, its strength.

People offered fabulous prices for the steed, but the old man always refused. “This horse is not a horse to me,” he would tell them. “It is a person. How could you sell a person? He is a friend, not a possession. How could you sell a friend?” The man was poor and the temptation was great. But he never sold the horse.

One morning he found that the horse was not in his stable. All the village came to see him. “You old fool,” they scoffed, “we told you that someone would steal your horse. We warned you that you would be robbed. You are so poor. How could you ever protect such a valuable animal? It would have been better to have sold him. You could have gotten whatever price you wanted. No amount would have been too high. Now the horse is gone and you’ve been cursed with misfortune.”

The old man responded, “Don’t speak too quickly. Say only that the horse is not in the stable. That is all we know; the rest is judgment. If I’ve been cursed or not, how can you know? How can you judge?”

The people contested, “Don’t make us out to be fools! We may not be philosophers, but great philosophy is not needed. The simple fact that your horse is gone is a curse.”

The old man spoke again. “All I know is that the stable is empty, and the horse is gone. The rest I don’t know. Whether it be a curse or a blessing, I can’t say. All we can see is a fragment. Who can say what will come next?”

The people of the village laughed. They thought that the man was crazy. They had always thought he was a fool; if he wasn’t, he would have sold the horse and lived off the money. But instead, he was a poor woodcutter, an old man still cutting firewood and dragging it out of the forest and selling it. He lived hand to mouth in the misery of poverty. Now he had proven that he was, indeed, a fool.

After fifteen days, the horse returned. He hadn’t been stolen; he had run away into the forest. Not only had he returned, he had brought a dozen wild horses with him. Once again, the village people gathered around the woodcutter and spoke. “Old man, you were right and we were wrong. What we thought was a curse was a blessing. Please forgive us.”

The man responded, “Once again, you go too far. Say only that the horse is back. State only that a dozen horses returned with him, but don’t judge. How do you know if this is a blessing or not? You see only a fragment. Unless you know the whole story, how can you judge? You read only one page of a book. Can you judge the whole book? You read only one word of one phrase. Can you understand the entire phrase?”

“Life is so vast, yet you judge all of life with one page or one word. All you have is one fragment! Don’t say that this is a blessing. No one knows. I am content with what I know. I am not perturbed by what I don’t.”

“Maybe the old man is right,” they said to one another. So they said little. But down deep, they knew he was wrong. They knew it was a blessing. Twelve wild horses had returned. With a little work, the animals could be broken and trained and sold for much money.

The old man had a son, an only son. The young man began to break the wild horses. After a few days, he fell from one of the horses and broke both legs. Once again the villagers gathered around the old man and cast their judgments.

“You were right,” they said. “You proved you were right. The dozen horses were not a blessing. They were a curse. Your only son has broken both his legs, and now in your old age you have no one to help you. Now you are poorer than ever.”

The old man spoke again. “You people are obsessed with judging. Don’t go so far. Say only that my son broke his legs. Who knows if it is a blessing or a curse? No one knows. We only have a fragment. Life comes in fragments.”

It so happened that a few weeks later the country engaged in war against a neighboring country. All the young men of the village were required to join the army. Only the son of the old man was excluded, because he was injured. Once again the people gathered around the old man, crying and screaming because their sons had been taken. There was little chance that they would return. The enemy was strong, and the war would be a losing struggle. They would never see their sons again.

“You were right, old man,” They wept. “God knows you were right. This proves it. Your son’s accident was a blessing. His legs may be broken, but at least he is with you. Our sons are gone forever.”

The old man spoke again. “It is impossible to talk with you. You always draw conclusions. No one knows. Say only this. Your sons had to go to war, and mine did not. No one knows if it is a blessing or a curse. No one is wise enough to know. Only God knows.”

God’s word says in 1 Corinthians 13:12 (KV) for now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.

Every day, if we look for them, if we are aware, we can see the “Fingerprints of God” in each circumstance, whether it looks like a blessing or a curse.

I believe that if we look only at the curse parts, we will draw more of the same to ourselves.

If we intentionally look for the “Fingerprints of God”, then more of the same will show themselves in or lives.

Let’s face it, even when those unwanted things happen, if we approach them as blessings in disguise, we will feel better and live happier, regardless of our circumstances.

Proverbs 17:22 (EXB) A happy heart is like good medicine [brings healing], but a broken spirit drains your strength [dries up bone].

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Fingerprints, Heartbeats and Fresh Fruit

 

Very recently, I was attending a strategic planning session for a non-profit that I work with.

The Board of Directors were present. I had never met any of them before. Myself and several others were asked simply to introduce ourselves, tell how departments fared in 2013 and then share our dreams and visions for 2014.

Simple.

But the realization that I so wanted to make a good impression on these folks, and my new found admission of introversion and lack of focus, make this seem way more difficult than it should have been.

I am not afraid of public speaking, however, in this group I asked permission to simply read what I had written, thereby, retaining my focus, and not leaving out any thing that I felt was of importance.

Much of what I read was for the non-profit itself, and aside from the basic facts, which you can read on the “About” tab on this blog, a large part of what was read, is what resides in my heart for more than one portion of my heart for my very own future.

I would love to share a little bit of this with you. Here are just a few excerpts. Please read and see if they might apply to you as well. 

“In my “spare” time, I am a writer. I love writing little Bible studies to share hard truth in an easy way. I also write on a blog called Significant Encounters. It is through these Significant Encounters that we see God, hear God, know God and become one with Him.

Teaching intercessors and others to see God’s “Finger prints” in every circumstance is also on my heart.

Then, to move from God’s fingers, to His heartbeat. To encourage listening for the heartbeat of God until it becomes 2nd nature. He lives inside of us, yet our crisis and chaos drown out His voice. We can have quietness in our hearts even when that turmoil is trying to hold us captive. Learn and share with our heart families.

It is said that the fruit of the Spirit, often grows in bad soil. Crisis. Chaos. Distress. Turmoil. The fruit that we use to feed others must be fresh daily. Therefore, we must cultivate that soil daily, even when it is in upheaval.  

Little by little, and soon enough, people will begin see the difference in us. The difference will be so apparent that they will long to know what it is that gives us our peace, even inside a messy place in our lives. They will want to know the source.

That is the point right? To do as Jesus did – Impart life.”

This is all I will share with you here. I also want you to see a bit of why I chose these passages for sharing.

You see for a long time I have been feeling the topics on this blog to be adrift. Nothing really wrong with them, however not really clearly defined any more.

My past is well transcribed here, but my past is not where I want to go, or stay.

God has given us a victorious today and a future that we cannot even imagine. We receive His “big stuff” for us in little ways. We always look for the “big thing” while all the while missing the smallest parts. These are the parts that make Him so wonderful, and build our life and godliness “little by little”. When we look back, we can see how He has grown us through the seemingly mundane of life.

In the future on this blog, I would like to continue to share “Significant Encounters”, mine and yours if you’d like to share, but I would also like to share some of those “finger prints” and then how our heart beats can beat with His. Perhaps even a “Fresh fruit” section.

No timeline here, but maybe a bit clearer direction.

Tell me what you think in the comments!

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