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A letter to friends

March 26, 2008|Christina Huffman

Dear friends,

A few weeks ago I had a strange thing happen. I was awakened at 4 one Sunday morning. I literally felt like I had been shaken awake. As I sat up in my bed I felt that the Lord wanted me to pray. Different people and various circumstances came to mind, and I lifted them up before the Lord. I went back to bed at around 5 a.m., and I had an allegorical dream that reiterated how important prayer is.

I dreamed that there was an upper room to my house that I had never entered. Finally one day I decided to go up there, but the way was steep and narrow and laden with thick, sticky spider webs. I had to fight my way up the stairs, but when I got to the top and opened the door, I was amazed. There was a giant warehouse. There were many gifts. There were gifts for my children, for my friends, for my family and for me. There were many practical things as well. There was furniture, various household items, warm coats, lamps and even food. I woke up and thought about the dream for a long time. Maybe that dream was a culmination of things that have been on my mind and whatever I ate before bed, or maybe that dream was a reminder from the Holy Spirit. Whatever the source, the dream spoke to my heart and reminded me of the importance of prayer.

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Personally, I have found myself often wondering how to help somebody or what to say to offer comfort to someone who is suffering. Most of the time I discover that my words are inadequate and I can only meet a temporary need. God knows what people really need, and He can meet those needs. If I will take the time to get on my knees and cry out to God on someone's behalf, their needs can be fully met.

There is something else that I've been thinking about. Last week I was reading about the last meal that Jesus shared with His disciples before His crucifixion. John 13 says that Jesus knew His time was coming, and at this meal He showed His disciples the full extent of His love for them. To be honest, I never thought a whole lot about the Last Supper.

However, as I read about it last week I suddenly understood why men have been moved to paint pictures of this event. Imagine how beautiful it must have been as Jesus expressed His heart to those who had given up everything to follow Him.

Out of love Jesus knelt down and began to wash His disciples' feet. I can understand Peter's reaction when he says in verse 8, "No, you shall never wash my feet." Peter loved and respected Jesus. He had given his life to follow after and serve Jesus, and now, here Jesus was taking on the role of a servant. I'm sure it was disconcerting.

But Jesus said, "Unless I wash you, you have no part with me." To this Peter responded, "Then, Lord, not just my feet but my hands and my head as well!" (verse 9) The very thought of this tender scene just about brings me to tears. I can't yet express why this touches my heart so much. I think it's the realization that receiving Jesus' love is an act of humility. What if Peter had held his ground and refused to allow Jesus to wash him? How often do we miss out on all that Jesus has for us because we refuse to humble ourselves and receive His love?

I have many more random thoughts, but these are the big ones that I have been mulling over. God is working in me, and I know that He is working in you as well. Praise the Lord. He is good all the time.

Sincerely, Christina

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