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Dustin, Rhoda, and Peter’s Prayer Meeting Buddies

I just called Misty to be sure what I  heard was accurate…and it is. Dustin is to be released from the hospital this week–probably by Friday! It seems unbelievable to me, given the severe and extensive injuries he sustained a mere eight days ago. Just last Sunday when we visited him, he didn’t even open his eyes, although I know he had done so at other times. Now, he is fully aware, and scheduled to be released by the weekend.

Why should I be shocked? Have we not been praying? Have not people told us they were fasting for these families? Have not thousands of people joined in extreme and faithful prayer? Yes! Why then am I shocked? Why are you shocked?

I remind myself of that long-ago day recorded in the 12th chapter of Acts after Herod had killed James and had thrown Peter into jail. A bunch of Christians gathered over at Mary’s house for a prayer meeting; after all Peter was their leader, and here he was, a prisoner. Time for a prayer meeting. Time to pray Peter out of jail.

Meanwhile, there were rumblings over at the city jail. An angel flitted into Peter’s cell, poked him in the side, and said, Get up. Uh, get up? Yes, get up, Peter. Put on your shoes and socks, throw something about you, and follow me.

Peter did as he was told, not understanding, thinking perhaps he was dreaming, but the chains had fallen off his hands as he first arose; would that be in a dream? Quietly they crept–the angel and the man–past the first ward, past the second ward, then to the iron city gate which opened of its own accord, and finally through one city street.

The angel left Peter then. Poof. Disappeared. Peter was now standing in the dark of night–an escaped prisoner, startled and bewildered at what had just happened. Finally his senses kicked in, and he said, “…The Lord hath delivered me…” Think I’ll go over to Mary’s house.

Peter’s banging on the door interrupted the prayer meeting, and somebody sent Rhoda to see what was going on. She must have asked, “Who’s there?” for verse 14 says, “And when she knew Peter’s voice, she opened not the gate for gladness, but ran in, and told how Peter stood before the gate.”

You’re mad, Rhoda. Can’t be Peter. He’s in jail, remember.

“It’s Peter, I tell you,” Rhoda insisted.

Rhoda, there’s something wrong with you.”

No, there’s not. Peter is standing at the gate, I tell you.”

Finally  they all went to the door–all the unbelieving prayer meeting buddies–and sure enough, there stood Peter. They must have yelled out in astonishment when they saw him, for Peter “beckoning unto them with the hand to hold their peace, declared unto them how the Lord had brought him out of the prison…”

I feel like one of Peter’s unbelieving prayer meeting buddies today. But the news is real, it’s true. In an astonishing way, Dustin has been touched by God, and is scheduled to be released from the hospital by Friday.

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Gulf Coast Ladies Retreat–Afterglow

It was a Sunday evening service never to be forgotten. The retreat had ended early Saturday afternoon, Jerry had preached on Sunday morning, we had eaten lunch, taken naps all around, and now were ready for the culminating service of our trip to Houston, Texas.

Before the preaching began, the highlight of the service for me had been the choir. I don’t know why I was so shocked as they began to sing, for absolutely everything at this magnificent church had been done in an outstanding, superior way. When the choir began singing, though, I was stunned at its beauty. Not only was it obviously done in a spirit of godly worship and adoration, but it was finely and elegantly executed. The second song was my favorite. Although I do not know the name of the song, I had heard it before, and it was simply glorious. At the conclusion of this second song, Pastor Jackson asked them to sing another–which they did.

As is so with most people, music moves me profoundly, so that when I see and listen to a group of talented people who are offering their best in worship to God, I am deeply touched. I was keenly moved by the passionate music of this church.

Jerry preached then, using as the thrust of his message the story of his remarkable recovery from a tragic accident in 1994. A powerful move of God swept the auditorium, and before the doors were closed that night, four people had received the Holy Ghost. Amazingly, included in that number was Louise Neuerburg, who is 96 years old! Her daughter and other relatives and friends were gathered round her as she was born into the kingdom of God. It surely was a memorable night. None of the people at the church had ever seen anyone that old receive the baptism of the Holy Ghost.

Louise Neuerburg, originally uploaded by Shirley Buxton.
Prayer and healings were taking place in every part of the auditorium. Yesterday, this comment was posted on one of my columns.
“Sis Buxton,
We were so blessed to hear you at our Gulf Coast Ladies Retreat. We were also able to feed our faith and starve our doubts as Bro Buxton preached to us Sunday morning and evening. I am thrilled to share the following testimony.Our 13 year old son, Zach, broke the humerus in his left arm near the ball and socket joint while playing football last Saturday. In the emergency room, they would not set the bone. A splint was placed on Zach’s arm and we were told he would need to see the Orthopedic Surgeon on Monday. It was discussed with us that Zach may need surgery due to the severity and location of the break.

On Sunday morning, Zach went up for prayer. After service, Bro Buxton encouraged us to talk to Zach and help to build his faith expecting God for a miracle Sunday evening. We had a wonderful worship service and you could feel an expectancy in the atmosphere. Bro Buxton shared his testimony and preached a faith-building message. Zach, along with others, was worshiping around the altar. Bro Buxton came down from the platform stating that he felt the anointing of God. “This boy has a broken bone that needs to be mended.” He then laid hands on Zach to pray for him. Zach enjoyed such a blessing from God.

On the other side of the church, a ninety-six year old lady received the Holy Ghost along with two young people. What a miracle! God is awesome.

Today, we followed the instructions from the emergency room and Zach saw the Orthopedic Surgeon. I brought with us the x-rays from Saturday and asked the doctor to please take new x-rays. After the nurse took those x-rays, she came back for Zach stating that the doctor needed for her to take another x-ray. Afterward, the doctor came into the room and tried to explain. We were told, “The angulation of the break has actually improved from the x-rays taken on Saturday. Zach will not need surgery and pins. In fact he won’t need a cast on that area. His arm is aligned like it needs to be!” Isn’t God awesome! Dr. Franklin said that he would like to put some traction on the arm and fitted a cast on the forearm and over the elbow with a sling around the neck. He would also like to see Zach in 3 weeks! We could hardly contain ourselves!

As we ate dinner tonight Zach shared something else with us. “I don’t know if this has anything to do with it, but when Bro Buxton was preaching last night I felt something move in my arm!” The telephones have been ringing as we give God the glory!”

Sis Michelle Wyant

I lack the words to describe to you the depth of feelings I have for the wonderful weekend we spent in Highlands, Texas. Forever, will I be grateful for these days of refresing fellowship, and for the opportunity to worship with a remarkable group of God’s people.

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