How answered prayers usually get answered

by Kevin on November 30, 2010

Paul dismounted his horse, took off his hat, and grabbed a knee in the dirt as he began to pray.

“Lord, I’d really like to go and visit those fellows that I’ve been hearin’ so much about. I’ve been askin’ about it for a long time now and I will continue to do so. I know that you will deliver me safely when you decide the time is right. I thank you in advance for this answered prayer.” (Romans 1:10-13)

A couple of months later, Paul was leaned against the hitchin’ post outside of the general store. He was talkin’ like he always did about how good it was to live for God. He never tired of the subject and many people came to him with their problems. They always left with some form of the only solution–Jesus Christ.

As he was talkin’, Paul noticed a band of men with hate in their eyes walkin’ towards him with the local sheriff. He knew there was about to be trouble. Paul was arrested for stirrin’ good folks up and hurtin’ the town’s local economy of booze, prostitution and other worldly desires.

While in jail awaiting the rigged trial he knew he would get, Paul made every opportunity to tell the story of Jesus to every outlaw and criminal that was thrown in jail with him. Many scoffed at his ideas, but a few listened and discovered what they had been searchin’ for. Even some of the deputies had come to him askin’ questions about this new life he talked about.

After many trials, it was decided that Paul would be transferred and put on trial before the Supreme Court. This meant a long boat ride at a time that would not be good for sailing.

Paul mentioned this fact to the Marshall in charge of his transportation. The man paid Paul’s warning little heed and told the boat to sail on.

It wasn’t long before the boat was caught in a ferocious maelstrom. The boat was about to sink and the crew started throwing all the cargo off the boat to lighten the load. On the third day, they even started throwing the ship’s gear overboard. The storm lasted until all hope was gone.

Paul then stepped out and told everyone that no life would be lost, but that the ship would be destroyed. He reminded the Marshall and everyone else that he had advised this trip be put off until a better sailing season came around.

For fourteen days the storm raged on until at last they shipwrecked.

The deputies wanted to kill all the prisoners to keep them from running off, but the Marshall spared Paul and his companions.

Paul, bein’ the cowboy he was, knew that they would need a fire for some biscuits and coffee. He gathered a bunch of wood and started a fire. As he was gettin’ the fire goin’, a rattlesnake that had slithered into the brush pile during the gatherin’ came out and bit Paul on the hand. Everyone was sure that he would swell up and die, but he just went right along tendin’ the fire and payed the bite little mind.

Three months later, the little prison contingent arrived at the national headquarters where the Supreme Court was. When Paul stepped off the boat the new boat that had been given to them, he noticed a group of cowboys standin’ near the auction barn. As he was escorted by, he tipped his hat and said, “Howdy boys! Been waitin’ and prayin’ a long time to come visit ya’ll. I just didn’t get here in the manner that I thought I would. God does answer prayer! Just not in the way that we think He will.”

(Acts 21-28)

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