Ghost Writer

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16 For we did not follow cleverly devised myths when we made known to you the power and coming of our Lord Jesus Christ, but we were eyewitnesses of his majesty. 17 For when he received honor and glory from God the Father, and the voice was borne to him by the Majestic Glory, “This is my beloved Son,[a] with whom I am well pleased,” 18 we ourselves heard this very voice borne from heaven, for we were with him on the holy mountain.

19 And we have the prophetic word more fully confirmed, to which you will do well to pay attention as to a lamp shining in a dark place, until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts, 20 knowing this first of all, that no prophecy of Scripture comes from someone’s own interpretation. 21 For no prophecy was ever produced by the will of man, but men spoke from God as they were carried along by the Holy Spirit. 2 Peter 1:16-21 (ESV)

Lenore’s dinner seat was placed next to a man of national prominence.  The local missionary was pleased to be included in the hotel dinner gathering of VIPs.  She was a little nervous and prayerfully asked the Holy Spirit to lead her in thoughts and word.  She knew this was an opportunity to share with many the truth of the scriptures and the saving grace of Jesus Christ.

As the first course was served, the man sitting next to her turned and asked what she was doing there.  Lenore explained that she was attached to a local mission that served the metropolitan area.  The man was surprised.

“Now what do we need missionaries here for?” he asked.  This is [a major US city],  not some third world country”!

Lenore explained to him that part of the mission was to share the love and grace of Jesus Christ to all.  “Afterall, this city is as much a spiritual desert as all the deserts of the world,” she explained.  The man looked at her perplexed and guffawed.

“You look like an intelligent woman. You don’t mean to say you actually BELIEVE all that stuff in the Bible do you?   That is just a bunch of fairytales!” he announced incredulously.

Lenore grinned mischievously.  She had just the right combination of manners, southern charm and beauty about her.  With her big brown eyes sparkling, she responded innocently,  “Well yes, sir.  Yes I do.  But sir, you are known to be a very intelligent man, do you mean to say that you do not believe in God’s word”?

The man looked at her with contempt.  “Well young lady”, he announced.  “No one can tell me that all those books were written without one error.  Besides, it was just a bunch of guys agreeing to the same thing and writing it down to make Jesus into a god”.

Lenore had heard this before.

“Sir, may I ask you a question?  Do you have speech writers”?

“Yes, I do,” he responded.

“Well do they write your thoughts and intent, as you lead them”?

“Yes, of course, they are paid to represent me – otherwise I won’t accept their work”.

Lenore smiled at this and said, “So your speech writers are reflecting your will, is that correct?”

He nodded yes. Lenore went on. “Sir, would you pick up your knife please?”

The man picked his knife up.

“Now, may I put my hand on top of yours”?

The man looked surprised at Lenore, but said yes. Lenore put her hand over his hand and then together used the knife to trace his name into the white tablecloth between their plates.  “Can you see your name in the tablecloth, sir”?

“Yes, I can,” he responded.

“Well then, who wrote it – you or me”? she asked him.

The man looked flummoxed.  He was beginning to feel a little trapped.  Lenore smiled disarmingly and said, “Just as my hand guided yours to write your name, God used men to write the Bible for him”. She smiled and said, “As it is written in 2 Timothy 3:16, ‘All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness.’”

The man’s face flushed as he understood Lenore’s point.  For the rest of the evening they discussed the topic and with God leading Lenore in Spirit, she was able to fully share the message of Jesus’ salvation through grace for humanity’s sins.  The famous man told her many things about himself and opened up to Lenore.  He was as surprised as she was. As dessert was finally cleared from the table, Lenore began to take leave of her new friend, but not before she shared two more truths with him,

“Sir, Jesus says I am the truth and the life, no one comes to the Father through me.  You can do that – you can come to Jesus and be His child.”

“How?” he asked.

“Do you believe in your heart that Jesus IS the Son of God?  Do you understand that apart from Him and his grace and salvation, all would be lost in sin?”

He nodded yes.

“Would you like to talk about it with God”?  The man’s eyes became misty…yes, he nodded again….and so the two of them quietly left the table and went to pray on the hotel balcony.  Lenore smiled softly and silently thanked God…that more than 2000 years ago the Holy Spirit led men to write down His words for our future…and that His Spirit was the author of her words that evening too.  Mission accomplished.

Amen and Amen.

Hebrews 4:12 (ESV) For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart.

Habakkuk 2:2 (ESV) And the Lord answered me:“Write the vision;   make it plain on tablets,  so he may run who reads it.

Romans 15:4 (ESV) For whatever was written in former days was written for our instruction, that through endurance and through the encouragement of the Scriptures we might have hope.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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