Gershwin
This blog post is not about music, not about that music style that Gershwin the composer professed. It is a about a normal man, a man that suffers, a man that is desperate, a man that needs God.
I am talking about Gershwin who lives near the area that I find myself these days: a suburb area of Cape Town. He lost his son of little age not long ago. Now he wants to give his son at least a proper place. He needs money for his coffin.
He walks the streets to ask people for money. He walks the streets like so many people do. Some among them are not safe people……….but some are.
One day, my doorbell rang. I went to see who it was. I kept the door closed for I did not know this man. He said: “Ma’am, I saw your car parked outside here and I thought I could ask you”. Then He went on telling his story. All that time, I am praying for insight, praying for wisdom. “Is this a safe person God or is this trouble?”
My guts told me to step out of the door and pray with this man. SO I did. I prayed for open doors for him and for the money that he needed for his child’s coffin to come through. As we both said AMEN, I felt compelled to give 30 Rand towards that coffin. (30 RAND equals about 3 $ and 80 cents). The man started crying and thanked me. I encouraged him some more and he was on his way again. Gershwin was his name and I never forgot that name.
In the nights I would pray for him asking God to bless Gershwin, to help Gershwin mourn his child’s early death and to provide for him.
Three days later, my doorbell rang again. “Ma’am, do you remember me? I was the one man you prayed for a few days ago?” Surely I did. “It’s you, Gershwin?” I heard Gershwin start to cry. He was so touched that I remembered his name. He said: “This time I come because I need God and I want to be his child, Ma’am, can you please lead me to the LORD? Now?”
I stood behind the door, still, praising God and in awe.
I opened the door and came outside to lead Gershwin to Jesus. After the prayer, he looked at me with such shining eyes. “Now, I am a proud son of God, Ma’am!!”
Hope filled this man’s face and heart and he showed me even the receipt of the funeral home where they had the coffin for his little child.
I encouraged Gershwin in his new identity in Jesus now some more and off he went.
At the end of the day I stand before my God, still in awe, thankful and praying for Gershwin that God provides for him, that God protects him and that now a new relationship between God and Gershwin can grow! Halleluhja!!!
A new son in the kingdom, Lord please let Gershwin grow in you and give him hope for his every day life!
LET YOUR LIGHT SHINE WHEREVER YOU ARE!
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
GERSHWIN
Gershwin
This blog post is not about music, not about that music style that Gershwin the composer professed. It is a about a normal man, a man that suffers, a man that is desperate, a man that needs God.
I am talking about Gershwin who lives near the area that I find myself these days: a suburb area of Cape Town. He lost his son of little age not long ago. Now he wants to give his son at least a proper place. He needs money for his coffin.
He walks the streets to ask people for money. He walks the streets like so many people do. Some among them are not safe people……….but some are.
One day, my doorbell rang. I went to see who it was. I kept the door closed for I did not know this man. He said: “Ma’am, I saw your car parked outside here and I thought I could ask you”. Then He went on telling his story. All that time, I am praying for insight, praying for wisdom. “Is this a safe person God or is this trouble?”
My guts told me to step out of the door and pray with this man. SO I did. I prayed for open doors for him and for the money that he needed for his child’s coffin to come through. As we both said AMEN, I felt compelled to give 30 Rand towards that coffin. (30 RAND equals about 3 $ and 80 cents). The man started crying and thanked me. I encouraged him some more and he was on his way again. Gershwin was his name and I never forgot that name.
In the nights I would pray for him asking God to bless Gershwin, to help Gershwin mourn his child’s early death and to provide for him.
Three days later, my doorbell rang again. “Ma’am, do you remember me? I was the one man you prayed for a few days ago?” Surely I did. “It’s you, Gershwin?” I heard Gershwin start to cry. He was so touched that I remembered his name. He said: “This time I come because I need God and I want to be his child, Ma’am, can you please lead me to the LORD? Now?”
I stood behind the door, still, praising God and in awe.
I opened the door and came outside to lead Gershwin to Jesus. After the prayer, he looked at me with such shining eyes. “Now, I am a proud son of God, Ma’am!!”
Hope filled this man’s face and heart and he showed me even the receipt of the funeral home where they had the coffin for his little child.
I encouraged Gershwin in his new identity in Jesus now some more and off he went.
At the end of the day I stand before my God, still in awe, thankful and praying for Gershwin that God provides for him, that God protects him and that now a new relationship between God and Gershwin can grow! Halleluhja!!!
A new son in the kingdom, Lord please let Gershwin grow in you and give him hope for his every day life!
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3 comments:
Halleluhja my sister. Sounds like God is using you in some amazing ways.
Much love
Wow kerstin! That is incredible. You surely can't say God's not using you there...loving and praying for you here. Liebe dich
Kerstin, this is a very touching story. I am always very excited to hear that our prayers make a difference. As you know, there is a depth of need in SA like nothing we see here in the USA. Thanks for being willing to go and thanks for taking the time to share with those of us that cannot go. Many blessings to you!
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