This morning, for the THIRD time in my life, I ate my last two sandwiches. I decided to again read Matthew 6:25...
"For this reason I say to you, do not be worried about your life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink ; nor for your body, as to what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and thebody more than clothing ? 26 "Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap norgather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they? 27 "And who of you by being worried can add a single hour to his life ? 28 "And why are you worried about clothing ? Observe how the lilies of the field grow ; they do not toil nor do theyspin, 29 yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these.30 "But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, will He not much more clothe you? You of little faith ! 31 "Do not worry then, saying,'What will we eat?' or 'What will we drink?' or 'What will wear for clothing?' 32 "For the Gentiles eagerly seek all these things ; for your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. 33"But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you."
So, deciding to trust, I headed back town, praying that I would not see with my natural eyes, but with the eyes of the Spirit.
Many of you will recognize the building above from my stories of the visions I saw of playing unscripted praise in the most dilapidated part of Lumberton. THIS IS THE BUILDING! I turned the car around, walk to the door and was met by a black man named McMillan. With a genuine smile, he welcomed me, as I told him that I was there to talk about Jesus. He quickly brought out stools for us to sit on and motioned for me to get my guitar. With much joy and love I poured out in worship to the King of Kings. Now, understand that this building is right along the very busy Martin Luther King Blvd. However, the sound which he called Angelic, reached completely over the next building and soon formed a small crowed of hearers that asked me to play again! I WEPT.
When I looked up from the worship, McMillan said that one of the ladies that stopped bye said it sounded like Angels. McMillan then asked what I needed, to which I replied: "I am in need of a place to stay." He looked at the ground and smiled and said: "Jonathan, I was wondering what I was going to do with a half empty du-plex...you are welcome to stay there until you get your feet on the ground, and here is $10 for you to get a good meal!"
I WEPT AGAIN!
PRAISE THE KING OF KINGS
AND LORD OF LORDS YI-HO-WA!
FOR HIS PROVISION AND LOVE. AMEN