Central Sisters Write
Vol. 7 Issue 10
Published monthly by the Women’s
Ministry at Central Church of Christ, Amarillo, TX
It is God who works in you to
will and to act according to His good purpose. Philippians
OF BETH MOORE AT THE AIRPORT
For those of you who do not know Beth Moore, she is
an outstanding Bible teacher, writer of Bible
studies, and is a married mother of two daughters.
This is one of her experiences:
April 20, 2005, at the Airport in Knoxville, waiting
to board the plane, I had the Bible on my lap and
was very intent upon what I was doing. I'd had a
marvelous morning with the Lord. I say this because
I want to tell you it is a scary thing to have the
Spirit of God really working in you.
You could end up doing some things you never would
have done otherwise. Life in the Spirit can be
dangerous for a thousand reasons, not the least of
which is your ego.
tried to keep from staring, but he was such a
strange sight. Humped over in a wheelchair, he was
skin and bones, dressed in clothes that obviously
fit when he was at least twenty pounds heavier. His
knees protruded from his trousers, and his shoulders
looked like the coat hanger was still in his shirt.
His hands looked like tangled masses of veins and
The strangest part of him was his hair and nails.
Stringy, gray hair hung well over his shoulders and
down part of his back. His fingernails were long,
clean but strangely out of place on an old man.
looked down at my Bible as fast as I could,
discomfort burning my face. As I tried to imagine
what his story might have been, I found myself
wondering if I'd just had a Howard Hughes sighting.
Then, I remembered that he was dead. So this man in
the airport... an impersonator maybe? Was a camera
on us somewhere? There I sat; trying to concentrate
on the Word to keep from being concerned about a
thin slice of humanity served up on a wheelchair
only a few seats from me. All the while, my heart
was growing more and more overwhelmed with a feeling
Let's admit it. Curiosity is a heap more
comfortable than true concern, and suddenly I was
awash with aching emotion for this bizarre-looking
had walked with God long enough to see the
handwriting on the wall. I've learned that when I
begin to feel what God feels, something so contrary
to my natural feelings, something dramatic is bound
to happen. And it may be embarrassing.
immediately began to resist because I could feel God
working on my spirit and I started arguing with God
in my mind. 'Oh, no, God, please, no.' I looked up
at the ceiling as if I could stare straight through
it into heaven and said, 'Don't make me witness to
this man. Not right here and
now. Please. I'll do anything. Put me on the same
plane, but don't make me get up here and witness to
this man in front of this gawking audience. Please,
There I sat in the blue vinyl chair
begging His Highness, 'Please don't make me witness
to this man. Not now. I'll do it on the plane.'
Then I heard it....'I don't want you to witness to
him. I want you to brush his hair.'
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