
Good Evening,
I should write a thank you note to God today.
Time after time God gives me the words to say to others. I mean in opportunities to teach, preach and instruct. Whether it is to my family at home, my church family , the community I work in or just in the school building. I am blessed to have the chance to teach and speak and I love doing it. Thank you God for giving me opportunities.
I do not know if it is true for all teachers, but I really think it should be if it's not, that when they teach or speak the subject is directed just as much at the teacher as the pupil. I can see in an academic sense where this may not be the case, but in all matters spiritual, surely God speaks to the teacher just as much as the hearer. So I stand and teach and preach boldness, about listening for that whisper from the Holy Spirit, about doing the right thing, about stepping through the door when God opens it for you.
I am embarrassed to say that so many times when I should be learning, from what God gives me to share, I do not. Maybe I get to wrapped up in the preparation to listen. Maybe I get to wrapped up in the delivery to listen. Sadly, maybe I think too highly of self to listen. Whatever my feeble excuse, I don't listen. Even so God will take a minute for me, yes and for you too. He will take a minute to bring His plan together so openly that you just can't refuse, ignore, procrastinate or in any other way put Him off.
What follows is just the story of my day, after God put everything right before me and I could not ignore.
On Tuesdays I meet with friends at Central Market and we have some coffee, fellowship time around God's word and prayer. We have been having this meeting for several months. On a few occasions I have met another man that comes in to get coffee for his drive to work. I joke with him about having to drive for about an hour to get to his work when it only takes me five minutes to get back to the office. He and I have exchanged small talk now for one day a week for a few months. Does anyone see an open door here? Well I will admit that there was, but I was the one that failed to go through. This Tuesday morning, this gentleman mentioned that he was going to have a second cup of coffee. God pushed me right on through the door, and I took the chance to invite him to our little prayer group. What a blessing! This gentleman actually only lives a few doors from me, is looking for friends and a church. I was able to provide by the grace of God. God blessed me with a new friend and I hope that I was an equal blessing to him.
As if my day was not rich enough God let another encounter happen in the afternoon. I really enjoy my job as a School Resource Officer. God has allowed me to be a part of so many great things when it comes to influencing the lives of teenagers. Sometimes at our occupation we are thrust into situations. Once we are in those situations we can the decide how we are going to act, react, impose rules or consequences, how we will speak, how we will treat people and what possibly the outcome will be.
I know that each person, no matter what occupation, has the chance to do these things daily. Perhaps no other occupation rivals law enforcement when it comes time to make decisions based on what is known or perceived about other's actions.
This afternoon I got to meet with a student who basically had been pushed to their limit. This student had been teased and picked on and finally decided that the way to react was with their fists. This student did not want to talk to the assistant principal about the incident and was so mad that they just sat still. The assistant principal asked if I would speak to the student. I agreed and the student came to my office. I could see the despair and heartache in the student's eyes when the student walked around the corner to my office. Obviously, because of my job, I had been placed in this situation. But now I had some choices to make. This student had been accused of hitting another student. I had to know how to respond, even though I am a policeman, as a Christian. As I began to peel back the layers I found a student who had been picked on for while in one specific class. I found a student who had problems at home. A student who had taken a lot of responsibility on themself to make sure that everything was going right at school, home, for their siblings and parents. A student who had just reached their breaking point and after hearing the whole story I could understand why.
The picture you see above is a door on an old building in Romania. I was told that the building itself was over one hundred years old. This old door still had the keys hanging in the lock. The reason I used this picture today is because my heart is the door. I have already unlocked it and let Christ in for salvation. But understand this, we still hold the key. We still must open the door and let him work. We still must open our door and become vulnerable sometimes. We still have to choose whether or not we will let anyone else in. We still have to choose to open the door wide and let Christ walk freely back and forth, working on the inside and outside. I was faithful just to say "hi" to a man in the coffee shop and then God used me in the afternoon. See below for the rest of the story about the student.
The student was overwhelmed with the circumstances of life, this was the gasoline being poured over him. Then the match of being picked on caused the explosion. An explosion that the student did not want to happen. The student was very remorseful that it had come to blows, but the student did not know how else to react. I was able to explain to the student my own personal experience of how hurtful words could be, and how those words could cause a person to take wrong action. Instantly I found the door open and Christ walking through. I told the student that I worked with youth at church, to which the student replied "Which church?" Here was the open door that I had unlocked and left open. Christ was faithful to step into our conversation. What a perfect opportunity to talk about forgiveness, disappointment, pressure, stress, sanctification and love. God let me express His love to this student. God let this student unload their burden on me. I was happy to bear the burden if it meant getting this student some relief. I made another friend. I was able to tell the student's mom everything. Before it was all over I was in tears, in awe of what God had entrusted me with. Our God is an awesome God!
I do not know how this student may have reacted without someone showing him the love of Christ. I heard a man say once that the greatest achievement is the crime that did not happen. I was able to let Christ speak through me so this student could avoid any more problems. Now the student can turn to me if they need to and to be real honest, that will help me to.
There are always consequences to our actions and decisions. The simple fact is that as disciples we must unlock that door, no matter how much it exposes us and our hearts and be willing to let Christ come in and out freely. It is the only way that people will see that we are His and we are real.
Be an Example,
Love, Bro. Allen