We called him Uncle Willie. A
little old man who sat near the front of the church so he could hear the
worship and the message. At times the Spirit of the Lord would come upon Uncle
Willie causing his frail body to shake and his eyes to weep. Uncle Willie's
glass eye intrigued everyone. I'm convinced some came to church just to see it.
When He began to shake and weep, his glass eye would often pop out, and if you
watched closely, you could see him catching it in his hands. He'd then tilt his
head back as though nothing unusual had happened and roll the glass eye back
into place.
I soon discovered Uncle Willie
could see better than any of us. It happened when a young boy drowned in our
hometown river. The river was drug for days without closure for the grieving
family. Uncle Willie mentioned to someone, "I know where that body is, I
can see it in the bottom of that river." Word got to the parents and
spread quickly to the rescue team. They helped Uncle Willie into a boat and
started moving out on the water. Willie's crackling voice steered the rescue
team in spite of the boat filling up with doubt. Finally, further downstream,
Willie pointed, "the body is right down there." The doubtful crew
threw the weighted hook, and sure enough, it hooked the little boy's body. A
tainted, saddened cry of relief and wonderment was heard by those on shore,
including the parents.
Seeing What Others Can't
I have been praying recently to
know God like never before. While praying, I remembered Uncle Willie with the
glass eye. He saw what others could not see. He heard what no one else could
hear. He heard the Father tell him where the body was. I cried, "Lord, I
want to see what Uncle Willie could see. He could hear your voice when others
couldn't. I want to see and hear like Uncle Willie. I want to see the lost and
dying and find those spiritually dead who have no hope of being found."
With this heart cry I began to
expect to hear and see people like I have never seen them before. I have seen
too many people as trees walking and now I expect to see each one clearly. To
my surprise it is happening. This morning I stopped by a branch of my bank that
I rarely stop at. I usually use the drive through but today I felt impressed to
go inside. When I looked at the young male teller I heard the word 'promotion'
and had a witness in my Spirit. I played it safe and asked him a question.
"Does your job allow you to climb up the ladder?" He said,
"Yes." I said to him, "I sense you are going to be promoted on
your job." Looking surprised, he responded, "I am getting a promotion
next month!" I told him I sensed the Lord telling me that His hand was on
his life and He knew where he was. "Your promotion is coming from the
Lord," I said. As I walked out of that bank I said to the Lord, "This
is fun! Serious fun. Who's next?"
Lord, forgive us for having eyes
to see but not seeing and ears to hear and not hearing.
Bill Yount
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