THE GOD WHO STOPS FOR ONE
As I pondered the story of the man at the Pool of Bethesda, I imagined his 38-year wait. The "healing move of God" at the time relied on an angel stirring the waters, and the first person to enter would be healed. Suddenly, another man approached, asking if he wanted to get well. "But no angel is here. Why is this man reminding me of my helplessness?" the man must have thought. But then, two fascinating thoughts crystallized in my heart as I pondered. Want to hear? This man had grown accustomed to an angel's intervention. He was used to the angel of God so much so that when he saw the God of the angel, he couldn't recognize Him. So I began to cry,"Oh God, may I not be locked up in a stereotypic way You've always moved that I fail to open up to the other dimensions of You". It's so easy to be in the MOVE of GOD and miss the GOD of the MOVE Meanwhile, what happened to the pool after that man was healed? Have you ever asked? It mo...