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God Has a Destiny For Your Life

God Has a Destiny For Your Life

It’s in Christ that we find out who we are, and what we are living for. Long before we first heard of Christ and got our hopes up, he had his eye on us, had designs on us for glorious living, part of the overall purpose he is working out in everything and everyone.” Ephesians 1:11 (msg)

There is one thing we can be absolutely sure of, and that is, God has a wonderful plan and design for our lives. That plan was put into effect long before we had ever heard of Jesus Christ. This plan is packed with love and peace, jammed packed with adventure, joy and total fulfillment. This plan is glorious in its design and everything in our lives must work to accomplish God’s fixed intent.

Many will seek out God’s will, while others through their own desire will go another direction. God will allow us to seek our own will. God will even allow us to make harmful decisions that will put us on a fast track going in the wrong direction. The consequences of wrong choices can be painful and even permanent. No matter how far you run or how hard you try to have it “your way,” God is a patient God. You will never go so far that his love will not reach you.

I recall as a teenager packing my car and announcing to my parents, “I want to go live my life.” My mother said to me: “You can run as fast as you want and as far as you please, but you will never go so far that my love and prayers will not find you.” Thank God for my praying, loving mother and father… or I would not be here today.

God will not withhold any resource to fulfill his destiny for your life, but he will not violate your right to choose. “The Lord will fulfill His purpose for me.” Psalms 138:8 (NIV)

When I was a teenager, I had an opportunity to work for a missionary group in Mexico. This was a group of pilots who had small planes. They would fly into remote areas of Mexico and drop Christian literature over these small villages. Many of these villages were in mountainous areas and places where no automobiles would go. They were called “Air Mail From God.”

A wonderful man that attended my father’s church actually rebuilt a small two-seated plane. This plane as I recall, was a Stinson L5. It was a plane that was used during WWII as a reconnaissance over enemy territory. My job was to sit in the back seat and throw out the literature over the villages. It really was a sight to see. It would remind you of those big ticker tape parades you see in New York. The people in the village would run out into the streets and wave at us. They were always so excited to see us.

We would then land the plane in a field or any place where the ground looked flat. After landing, we would stay in the village for a few days and have a soul-winning crusade. Other pilots would follow and the people wee just wonderful and so grateful for us spending some time with them. I would sing the song: “How Great Thou Art.” Even though I could not speak Spanish, that song caught on very quickly. Just to re-live it now is so inspiring. The people would raise their hands and soon were singing along with me in their own beautiful Spanish language.

As a teenager, this was very thrilling to me, and it was also very dangerous. But when you are a boy, you don’t give much time thinking about the risk. It was just fun! This plane did not have a starter. I would stand in front of the plane and spin the prop. You might have to do this several times before the engine would cough and sputter and finally start. It was all part of my job.

I recall the little compass on the dash of the plane. It wasn’t very reliable. We took off out of macadam Field in Fort Worth, Texas and our destination for the first day was Laredo, Texas. Another challenge was to stay warm in that little plane. Each time we stopped, I would build a fire and throw two bricks into it. Then I would wrap them in a blanket and that kept my feet from going numb, because the temperature was so cold flying in that high of altitude.

On three or four occasions, the carburetor would freeze over and the engine would stop. While that was exciting to me, it wasn’t to the pilot. I recall him praying loudly and yelling to me to look for a place that was flat so that we could set the plane down. On one such emergency landing, we took some branches out of the top of a tree.

How many of us even now as look back and recall many “close calls” in our lives. We walked away from that near disaster and wonder why we survived. There is no doubt that these “close calls” are more than “luck” as the unbeliever might conclude. Nor can we be so flippant that it just “wasn’t our day to die. God’s purpose for our lives must never be taken lightly. Every “tap on the shoulder,” every “close call,” every “wake up call,” that you have “dismissed” so easily, was very likely God’s attempt to get you back on course.

“Behold I stand at the door and knock. If any many will open the door, I will come in.” Revelations ??? Each time we neglect his appeal, each time we ignore his knock at the door of our hearts, we will continue on the path of our own choosing, not his.

Back to my story… On my preparation for my second missionary journey to Mexico, I recall vividly my mother’s concern. While I was putting my duffle bag into my car, my mother put her arms around me and was praying for my safety. She abruptly stopped in the middle of her prayer and said to me: “Dwight, I don’t have peace in my spirit about this trip.” She continued her prayer with these words: “Lord, protect Dwight and block anything that might prevent your will for his life being fulfilled.” I kissed my mother goodbye and she stood there waving at me and blowing me a kiss. Oh, how I thank God, for my precious praying mother and father! Without their love, patience and prayers, this story would have a much different ending.

I stowed my duffle bag in the plane. Just as we were making final flight checks, a pastor walked over to me along with the pilot and explained to me something that would alter the course of my life. He said to me that the Lord instructed him to go on this trip and would I mind if he could take my place. I respected his request and went back home. A few days later, their plane crashed and both of them were killed.

I’ve thought about that tragedy many times. Why did God spare my life? Both of those men loved God and were committed to his will for their lives. Other events that were “close calls” have happened in my life, and yet, because God’s purpose for my life, is to be fulfilled. “… With your own powerful arm you keep me safe.” Psalms 138:7 (CEV)

I am deeply humbled and most unworthy for our God’s mercy. Let me repeat it again, God has a plan for your life. His design, his purposes and his will must become the top priority for each of us. Anything that is hindering his purpose must be dealt with and removed with all speed. Seek the Lord, ask the Holy Sprit to go into the secret places of our hearts and cleanse us. Only God’s destiny for your life will allow you to really enjoy the journey.

Your Dream Will Live On

Your Dream Will Live On

If your dream is from God, it will live forever. Men may die, but dreams live on. Here is a story to illustrate this point:

Fourteen years ago in the month of May, I preached a revival in Louisville, Kentucky. One day, Waymon Rogers, the pastor said, “Dwight, get in the car with me. I want to take you somewhere.”

I got in the car and we went to a beautiful place near the Interstate, consisting of about one hundred acres of land. Pastor Rogers said, “Dwight, can you see it? We’re going to put a great church right here…a lake right here to baptize people….” And he went on and on.

Sunday morning, a week later, the headlines of the local newspaper read that the bonding company which was issuing the bonds for this church went bankrupt, and everything they had crumbled. I received the news that morning from the headlines of the Sunday morning paper of Louisville.

On Sunday night we did something. We came to the little church where they were worshipping (about 1,100 people) and we all got in our cars and drove out to where the foundation had just been laid.

The construction had stopped. We all had candles in our hands. And instead of cursing the darkness, we lit a candle. Candles are like dreams. If you will keep them lit, they will keep on burning.

All of us stood around the foundation. And fourteen years ago we put our candles in a little paper bag with sand in it, which made a pretty glow, and set them down.

Fourteen years have gone by since then. I was back there recently, and at 11:00 on Saturday night, I heard a knock at the door of my hotel. I opened the door and it was pastor Waymon Rogers. He said, “Dwight, how are you?”

I said, “I’m alright Brother Rogers, how are you?”

He said, “I want to show you something. Come go with me.”

He drove me around those one hundred acres. Now, where the candles once burned, a dream had come to pass. A church that seats nearly four thousand people now stood on that land.

It was nearly one o’clock in the morning, and we were walking across the church grounds. The glory of God started to come down, and he began to talk about his dream. He talked about Prayer Mountain that he built. He talked about this and he talked about that. It was now 1:30, on Saturday night (now Sunday morning), I had to preach in four hours, and the man was still talking about his dream!

Five months ago, Rev. Waymon Rogers went home to be with the Lord. He had a premonition about his death…better than that, I think the Lord told him about it.

He called all of his men together (100 men) at a barbecue, and said, “Men, now I’m sixty-one years old, and as far as I know I’m in pretty good health. But I feel like the Lord spoke to me and told me to tell you that He may call me home anytime, and if He does, I don’t want any power struggle in this church. You talk about it, and decide now, and when it happens, this transition will be smooth.” They all, 100%, voted in the pastor’s son, Bob Rogers, to carry on the dream.

Shortly thereafter, on a Wednesday night, he lay down in his bed and awoke in glory. Two days later, they had his funeral. The following Sunday, Bob Rogers, forty years old, assumed the role to carry on the vision.

I was back in Louisville, after Rev. Waymon Rogers went to be with the Lord, for another service. At the end of the service, Bob Rogers took me aside and said, “I’ve got to tell you something, I was mad at my dad. And I told God, ‘God, I’m mad at my dad.'”

“God said to me, ‘Why are you mad at him?'”

“I said, ‘Because he fired me some time ago.'”

“Then God said, ‘Don’t be mad at him. I’m the one who told him to fire you. He was just following instructions…I sent you out there on your own, because you’ve got a job to do, and a dream to fulfill.'”

God sent Bob Rogers out on his own, out to the back side of the desert. But the day came when he was prepared to assume the role, and pick up the mantle.

With reflection in his voice, Bob continued, “Dwight, on Saturday before the funeral, I went to the funeral home by myself and I told the funeral director I wanted in.”

“The funeral director said, ‘That’s fine, come on in.'”

Bob went in beside his dad in that coffin and said to the funeral director, “I don’t want to upset you, but I’m going to raise him from the dead.”

“The funeral director said, ‘What?'”

“I’m going to pray for him, and God will raise him up from the dead.”

So Bob Rogers began to pray for his father, for a couple of hours, and the Lord didn’t raise him up. When he walked outside, his mother was waiting for him. She said, “Son, there’s something I forgot to tell you. Just before your daddy died, he said, ‘I’m not worried about the dream being fulfilled, because when I go home, my dream will live on. But Fern, when I die, there is going to be somebody that will come along and will want to raise me from the dead. Tell them not to waste their time. I’ve already made a better deal with God!'”

She concluded, “Son, don’t feel so bad, he already told God he’s not coming back, so you will carry on the dream.”

Bob Rogers took over where his father left off. Waymon Rogers brought the church to a certain place, and now his son has caught his vision and the church is growing even greater.

When you have a dream and you put it into the hands of God, men may die…YOU may die…but if it is of God, the dream is going to live on forever. No one can take away your dream without your permission. No demon in hell, nor any force out of the regions of the damned can destroy it unless you relinquish it.