Your name...
It's a strong and mighty tower.
Your name...
I couldn't remember any more... so I just kept singing that part of it, over and over and over again. I tried to stop thinking about it. I moved on to other things that I had to do. But there it was again, relentlessly creeping back into the forefront of my mind. So I slipped on my RED SHOES, and headed out the door to walk the dog. I was barely awake. I'm not sure I could have even told you my name at that early hour, but there I was singing...
Your name...
It's a strong and mighty tower.
Your name...
la la la la la la la la...
I'm walking. I'm singing. The more I sing, the stronger the presence of God manifests in my heart. The next thing you know... I'm walking, I'm singing, and now I'm crying! The thought crosses my mind, "I'm out in the neighborhood, walking my dog, and I'm having a glorious GOD encounter! How bizarre is that? Most people just go out and walk the dog, but I'm out here falling apart (in a great way), singing a song!" LOL. (Yeah... I know how it sounds... but I'm just telling you the way it happened).
I got back into my house and headed for the computer. I couldn't wait any longer. What was the rest of that song? I had to know. There it was. I clicked on it, sat down, and melted some more as I listened. (Take a look for yourself).
Your name...
It's a strong and mighty tower.
Your name...
It's a shelter like no other.
Your name...
Let the nations sing it louder,
cause nothing has the power to save...
but Your name.
As much as I wanted to linger in that moment, there was no time. My ride for Bible Study was here. I grabbed my stuff and headed out the door, hoping I had everything I needed. There was my good friend, greeting me with the joy of the Lord. As we drove off, I pulled my Bible from my purse and declared, "You drive. I have to look something up!" I filled her in on "the song" and did a quick Bible study of my own.
Acts 4:12 says this, regarding Jesus...
"Salvation is found in no one else
for there is no other name under heaven given to men
by which we must be saved."
So we're all sitting there in a circle. I can feel myself being pulled into that place of glory once again. (That's ok. I really don't mind at all!) One of the gals shares that she has met someone who wants to know more about Jesus. So she just asks us straight out... "What verse do I need to show them about salvation?" My hand goes up. "Acts 4:12" (See above)
We begin to talk and testify and look deeper into God's Word on the matter. Sitting in the seat across from me is Angie. She is just filled with tears. Someone asks her... "What's wrong?" She just nods her head back and forth, "Nothing." It's all good. I get it... cause I, too, am filled with tears. I'm just trying to stay with the group. The presence of God is so powerful in that place, one could easily get swept away. But the sister persists... "What's wrong? Why are you crying? Tell us what's happening to you."
Are you ready for this? Trying to hold it all together, Angie opens her mouth and mutters... "I don't know why I'm crying... God just keeps telling me, YOU NEED TO BE SAVED!"
The next 30 seconds are a bit of a blur. How so much can happen in that short of a period of time, I'll never know. But long story short, Angie prayed and asked Jesus into her heart. God saved her. Within minutes her whole countenance changed to joy. She was glowing with the Love of God!
I asked out loud, "What's today's date?"
"February 19th," someone replied.
"From now on, February 19th will be known as "Angie's Day."
Here's what God's Word says happens when someone gives their life to the Lord:
"The angels of God rejoice and celebrate
whenever someone repents of their sins"
Luke 15:10
Eventually, the study came to an end, but everyone didn't run off in different directions, as usual. Instead, we gathered in the bookstore cafe, pushed several tables together, and enjoyed lunch. It was time to celebrate. "A new name was written down in glory!" As the old time chorus goes:
There's a new name written down in glory,
and it's mine, oh yes it's mine.
The white robed angel tells the story,
A sinner has come home!
There's a new name written down in glory,
and it's mine, oh yes it's mine.
With my sins forgiven, I am bound for Heaven,
never more to roam.
Eventually, we said our goodbyes, went our own ways, and took along with us the excitement of it all. But how can one stay quiet about that? Throughout the day, I continued to testify of this amazing thing that God had done. You know... we're just a group of women, gathering together to study the Word of God, in a little room, in the back corner of a bookstore. But, without fail, God meets us there. What can I say?
Every day in RED shoes is a Good Day...
but TODAY... well, Today was EXTRA Special! It was "Angie's Day."
Gail
