Why Am I Sitting Here When I Could Be Getting Rich?
Since I practically promised you that I would make this month´s article entertaining, I am going to endeavor somehow to take the sting out of yet another biblical character being struck dead by God because of disobedience.
During a real estate slump in the mid eighties, I was assigned to sell five houses in a New Home Subdivision. I sat in this vacant house month after month. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse, much less a buyer. It looked like I would never sell that house.
I kept asking God if I could either stay home or go back to the resale market which was at least nominally selling. He simply said, "No."
One day my friend Suzie called saying all the purchasers were making a run on the resale homes. She was making money hand over fist. Although it sounded very appealing, I relayed how just that very day God had shown me to stay put and not go anywhere.
Major confusion developed when just a couple of hours later another friend, who does not even know Suzie, called saying that I just had to come back to Montreal Trust because the market was booming. She would not accept that God would have me go to work every day, eight hours a day, five days a week and not make a red cent. She was convinced I was getting my wires crossed and expected to see me at my old desk the very next morning.
God is not the author of confusion and He is certainly not slack concerning compensation for those out there working for a living, so I determined to persuade Him to let me go and make my fortune.
To my astonishment, He did not budge and when I questioned Him on the unparalleled coincidence of two unrelated people calling on the exact same day with the exact same advice, He merely pointed me to the story in 1 Kings chapter 13 where the Lord told a prophet from Judah to go into a city and prophesy to the king. While he was there, he was neither to eat nor drink any water nor to return to Judah by the same road by which he came.
As he was returning by way of Bethel, an old prophet caught up to him and invited him to his home for a meal saying, "I am a prophet too and an angel gave me a message from the Lord. I am to take you home with me and give you some food and water." "But," scripture records, "he lied."
Unfortunately the younger prophet followed him home and ate some food and drank some water. While they were still sitting at the table a message from the Lord came saying that because he had disobeyed God´s clear command when he was told not to have anything to eat or drink, that his carcass would not be buried in the grave of his fathers´. To make a very long story short, on his way out of town, a lion attacked and killed him.
This story is self-explanatory. You can jump to any conclusions you like and form your own opinions after you go and read the whole story in your bibles, but let me tell you, that after reading that passage, there was not the slightest chance that I was going to leave my "divinely appointed and allocated station in life." Not for the next million years. If I never made another nickel, I was going to keep showing up, same time, same place, same empty house.
Less than a month later, the Lord released me to go back into the resale market and I made an incredible amount of money in a very short period of time which more than compensated for the nine months of leanness and lack.
And that, coincidentally enough, was only after my autobiography ´Uphill Climb´ was written and completed because I had those many quiet hours, without any disturbance, without distraction, day after day, month after month. Something that could not possibly have transpired had I been anywhere else, not even at home, because I had three teenagers, a husband on shift work and the demands of caring for a large home. The peaceful hours I needed to hear His direction and His leading could only be achieved at this secluded heaven where I raised my Ebenezer, a memorial of God´s great deliverance and help throughout my life. Certainly and clearly a better testimony than being eaten alive by a lion.
Copyright Donna Martonfi www.psalm40ministries.com