ACH Study Groups
Ben & Fran Gilmore – Cofounders
7659 Gingerblossom Drive
Citrus Heights, CA 95621
February 28, 2016
This is a letter to our friends –
A man with an experience is
never at the mercy of a man with an argument
Prayer always comes before selecting the subject of these columns. Often I will “reason” that I should write about the political race(s). When I begin, it either flows or I get writer’s block and it is of no value. Other times “reason” is overshadowed by an urge to be obedient.
Commit thy works to the Lord and your thoughts will be established. [Pv 16:3]
This is such a time. I want to share a personal miracle experience with you.
It was around 1970 or 1971 in Upland (near Los Angeles). My walk with Christ was only a few years old. The Lord gave us a front row seat to observe the blossoming of the “Jesus Movement”. It is the closest thing to real “revival” I have seen. Every neighborhood seemed to have prayer meetings. Some church growth was exploding. Monthly Christian events were filling the LA Convention Center. Christian music groups were all around.
It was not unusual to get a call, “We’re having deliverance ministry and need some more prayer. Can you come now!” I met a group of high schoolers who loved walking the hippy beaches on their day off. Someone might attack, “I am a warlock. I curse you!” To which they might respond, “I’m covered by the blood of Christ. You have just cursed yourself!”
One Saturday a local Lutheran church had scheduled an all-day music festival in their parking lot. We had invited the high schooler group I mentioned above to have a potluck lunch at our house during the mid-day break in the festival. A sixty voice choir from Santa Barbara had driven over to the festival. I invited their leader to pick up some Colonel Sanders and join our pot-luck.
The high schoolers arrived, with a plate of cookies! The choir arrived without going by Colonel Sanders! My wife, Fran, called a friend who arrived with a casserole. Fran raided the fridge, part of a roast and a pot of baked beans. We had three cases of pop.
The young people were gathered in the den, enjoying fellowship and relaxation. Our table was in a smaller room to the side. Fran looked at the crowd of hungry kids and at the table and prayed, “Lord, you fed the 4,000. We need you to feed these 65 hungry kids!”
We said grace and the youngsters went to the buffet to fill their plates. We watched as they returned with plates piled high with food. Some went back for seconds! Our family ate from the leftovers for the rest of the week. We even had leftover pop!
That day the Gilmore family saw the Lord multiply food. With that experience, there is no way we will ever accept the argument that God no longer performs miracles.
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