I Had A Dream: 9-12-20
My wife, Joyce, and I were taking a tour of the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association headquarters and our tour guide was Billy Graham himself. I remember thinking that it was really nice of him to come back from the dead briefly just for us. Our tour ended up in a large, comfortable room that had a sitting area and a bed. He said they like to have people go there who need encouragement because it makes them feel at home. I leaned down on the bed and he sat across from me with Joyce sitting behind me. He said, “Is there any one question you would like to ask me before you go?” I thought for a minute and said, “Yes, there is.” “How is it that the Great Creator of the universe cares enough about our puny little prayers to actually respond to them?” Joyce was trying to interject something behind me, but I kept plowing through as I was breaking down in tears. “He didn’t have to. He could have said, like some say, ‘Whatever will be will be, because I’m God and I said so,’ but He didn’t. He actually hears and answers our prayers. I don’t understand. Why would He do that?” By now I was sobbing so much I could barely get the words out. I thought, “I don’t cry. That’s what my sensitive wife does.” Unfortunately, I woke up before he could answer me, but the words of a song came into my mind after waking:
- A friend I have called Jesus, Whose love is strong and true,
And never fails howe’er ’tis tried, no matter what I do;
I sinned against this love of His, but when I knelt to pray,
Confessing all my guilt to Him, the sin-clouds rolled away.
It’s just like Jesus to roll the clouds away,
It’s just like Jesus to keep me day by day,
It’s just like Jesus all along the way,
It’s just like His great love.
- Sometimes when clouds of trouble bedim the sky above,
I cannot see my Savior’s face, and doubt His wondrous love;
But He, from heaven’s mercy seat, beholding my despair,
In pity bursts the clouds between, and shows me He is there.
- When sorrow’s clouds o’ertake me, and break upon my head,
When life seems worse than useless, and I were better dead;
I take my grief to Jesus then, nor do I go in vain,
For heav’nly hope He gives that cheers like sunshine after rain.
- Oh, I could sing forever of Jesus’ love divine,
Of all His care and tenderness for this poor life of mine;
His love is in and over all, and wind and waves obey,
When Jesus whispers, “Peace, be still!” and rolls the clouds away.
“It’s Just Like His Great Love”
By Edna R. Worrell