As a preamble to Phone Ministry part 2, I’d like to talk about the attitude that gave birth to this second phone ministry testimony. Growing up I was always a shy person. As I grew into adulthood, I looked around and realized that because of this shyness, with the exception of my dear husband, I had no real friendships; acquiantances and associates, yes, but no real comradeship. Since this revelation, God has added to me friends that are friends indeed; friends that encourage me, Friends that pray for me and tell me that they love me, friends that gently and in love show me my shortcomings in the hope that they will save me from falling on my face. I’d like to talk about how I gained these friends (who ironically, were there from my youth). I adopted the scripture “A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly…” (Pro 18:24). I dropped my shy attitude and quieted the voice that whispered “what if you get hurt?” I put myself out there. I said life is too short to live in a bubble; I started smiling more, saying hello to strangers who made eye contact, chatting with my neighbor on my way in. Inviting saints into my home to laugh and share and pray, calling up dear old friends who I had pushed away because of my insecurities. Talking with Great men and women of God who before I had been too intimidated to approach. Let me just pause here to say: Shyness is not of God, it robs you of your gifts, your God given character and the ability to be a blessing and to give back. Shyness forces you to keep your mouth shut even when God has given you something to say.
It is with this new attitude that I experienced the next testimony; my children were mysteriously disconnected from their Titi on the phone (one of them probably inadvertently turned it off). I hurriedly dialed her number, put the phone on speaker so they could both hear and gave the phone back to them.
“Hello Titi,” they said.
“I’m sorry,” came a strange woman’s voice. “I’m not grandma, hold on children let me give the phone to grandma.” Not recognizing the voice I realized right away that I had dialed the wrong number. By the time I took the phone, the grandma was already on the phone.
“Hello,” I said, I think I dialed the wrong number.
“Hello,” said the grandma. “Who is this?” Her voice revealed that she was an extremely elderly woman, the weakness in her pitch hinted that she had not been feeling well but the authority she spoke with bore witness of many life experiences. Immediately I was moved with compassion, “God bless you,” I said. “I don’t go to church,” she said. Not angrily though, almost like an apology. “Well you must,” I said thinking of her eternity. She sounded like she was on her way out and had not even been a church goer, much more saved. “This Sunday you must go to church,” I said, she was a little confused now, realizing that I was not one of her grandkids. She muttered something I didn’t understand. “May I speak with your daughter please?” I asked assuming that the woman who answered was her daughter. “Who is this?” said her daughter defensively. I was not deterred, “Your mom told me she doesn’t attend church, she needs to be in an Apostolic Pentecostal church this Sunday.” I had urgency in my voice. The woman asked “why that church in particular?” Her voice had lost its defensiveness, it is almost as though she understood and knew her mother needed this. I was taken aback by her question, honestly, I couldn’t think of anything amazing to say, so I simply said “Because in an Apostolic Pentecostal Church, she can repent of her sins and be baptized in Jesus name and receive the gift of the Holy Ghost.” I didn’t want to keep her too long, so I ended with “God bless you.” The woman said “Thank you for calling, thank you for your blessings.” “No problem,” I said “it was my pleasure, God bless your whole family.”
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