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one thing I remembered about the speaker at YC is that he told us about this friend he has named Brother Andrew. Who is a little 79 year old Dutchman who smuggled Bibles across the iron curtain years ago. And now Brother Andrew makes friends with terrorists and leaders of Columbia drug cartels and leaders of Hamas terrorist organizations such as Yussuf Aramat. I had heard of this guy only like once before but apparently hes a really big terrorist along the lines of Osama bin Laden. And this little Dutch friend of our speakers goes right up to these guys and goes ‘hi, I’m Brother Andrew, I’m from Holland, and I’d like to be your friend.’ He has pictures of himself arm in arm with these terrorists. Hes 79!!! And when asked why he did this, he said that somebodys gotta go and show Jesus to them. Our speaker said he asked God why pick Brother Andrew and not someone younger and then he realized that God probably called a whole bunch of people to go and do this but Andrew was the only one who said yes he’ll go. God doesn’t become angry with you when you say that you cant/ don’t want to do what He asks. He just finds someone else. I would like to say that I’m brave enough to do that but I really don’t know.
Another thought; I get sometimes where I get a powerful urge to pray for someone, especially after like a worship leader has said, you can pray with people, you can go, or do whatever, but we’ll (the band) keep playing. Its odd because sometimes I’ll barely know the person God wants me to pray for. That happened tonight. At youth. And even if I don’t know them, I’ll get the right words to say and I’ll know exactly how to pray for them. And I was thinking, God is giving me these words, but he needs me to pray for this person. He knows exactly what theyre going through and He could fix it in a jiffy but he wants me to pray so he can work through me or what ever. Kind of funny, thinking that God needs us, but he does. The creator needs the created. How odd. Our God does not work in common ways.
Another thought; when I was at YC the worship leader would say everybody scream to God, shout and tell Him how you feel. Not in those exact words, but the whole place would shout. It was loud, but amazingly cool. And heres the thing. I couldn’t shout. I could speak a few seconds later, but when the people were shouting to God, he didn’t let me shout too. I don’t know why.

Here is the quote of the day: a wet bird never flies at night