We had our monthly youth service at Victory Tabernacle last night. Our guest speaker was missionary Nathan Weidner. He and his wife have been waiting for more than two years to go back to the Philippines. We are thanking God that the door is finally opening and they will be heading that way in June after their darling boy, Clark Judah, turns one.
Bro. Weidner preached about one of my favorite subjects - encouragement! It's a subject I've written about quite a bit. The tag "encourage" is found in over 350 of my posts. His text was from Acts 4:36, "And Joses, who by the apostles was surnamed Barnabas, (which
is, being interpreted, The son of consolation,) a Levite, and of the
country of Cyprus." Being "surnamed" meant that the apostles nicknamed him Barnabas. Son of consolation means encourager or one who exhorts.
Many of the posts I've written about encouragement were after I had been encouraged. I reread many of them while working on this post and decided to share this one from nearly ten years ago, titled Encouragement:
It's funny how encouragement works. At about the 15 mile mark of Saturday's marathon,
I met Alison. It was her first marathon and she was really starting to
feel it. I asked if she would like some company and she said yes.
You see, I remember my first marathon. It's only been 5 months. There were some really lonely miles. Miles when I thought, "What am I doing here? Why did I think I could finish this? This is the dumbest thing I've ever done! What was I thinking?" Many miles I questioned my ability and my sanity. So when Alison said it was her first marathon, I knew she was heading towards the lonely miles and I wanted to help her through them.
We ran the final 11 miles together. We took walk breaks. We drank water. And we chatted. About life. Our families. Running. But the entire time, we kept moving, getting closer to the finish line. Somewhere in those miles, Alison told me that when I joined her, she was starting to wonder if she was going to be able to finish. "I'm glad you came along when you did."
As much as I'd like to take credit for getting her across the finish line, I can honestly say she helped me, too. I never felt lonely or isolated. I wasn't fast, but the miles seem to fly.
I'm thankful for encouragement today. The times I've given and the times I've received.
You see, I remember my first marathon. It's only been 5 months. There were some really lonely miles. Miles when I thought, "What am I doing here? Why did I think I could finish this? This is the dumbest thing I've ever done! What was I thinking?" Many miles I questioned my ability and my sanity. So when Alison said it was her first marathon, I knew she was heading towards the lonely miles and I wanted to help her through them.
We ran the final 11 miles together. We took walk breaks. We drank water. And we chatted. About life. Our families. Running. But the entire time, we kept moving, getting closer to the finish line. Somewhere in those miles, Alison told me that when I joined her, she was starting to wonder if she was going to be able to finish. "I'm glad you came along when you did."
As much as I'd like to take credit for getting her across the finish line, I can honestly say she helped me, too. I never felt lonely or isolated. I wasn't fast, but the miles seem to fly.
So it's funny how encouragement works. The encourager gets encouraged! This doesn't just happen during a marathon. Look around, there is someone in need of encouragement today. And when you see them pick up the pace again, with a smile and look of determination, you'll be encouraged, too."Two are better than one; because they have a good reward for their labour."Ecclesiastes 4:9
I'm thankful for encouragement today. The times I've given and the times I've received.






























