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Miracles at His House

By Dr Knox Herndon
Contributing Writer

Do you believe in miracles? If you say no to this question, what about the miracle of Christ saving you from your sins? If that isn't a miracle, I don't know what is. Well, a miracle certainly happened at His House Community Church.

I don't know if you have driven south on Ga. Highway 85 South lately but if you have, two miracles are taking place. First of all you will see a beautiful red-roofed church rising out of the ground like a phoenix. You must drive in and see what God can do with a small, praying, powerful congregation.

In all the expenses of starting a church and moving five times in seven years, we have never missed paying a bill. It reminded me of the manna in the desert when the children of Israel were wandering for 40 years looking for the Promised Land. When they ran out of food, God sent manna from heaven for them to eat. If you remember from your Sunday School lesson, they could only gather up enough for one day. If they attempted to gather up more, it would spoil and turn to worms. There were several lessons here. The manna was gathered on a daily basis, it sustained their hunger, it was always there, and it was never late. These are the unseen miracles at His House, but this week we had a "seen" a miracle before our very eyes.

This past Saturday, Dee, our daughter Nikki and I had all gone down to Warm Springs to have lunch. I will need to confess here that going shopping puts my body into riger mortus. I will fall instantly asleep and go stiff, but being the husband and father that I try to be, I take the two girls in my life to do something they love to do. Now my wife knows how my eyes instantly shut when she mentions the word "shopping" so I took some of my military research documents with me to pass the time while they shopped.

As I was looking for a place to get quiet and do my research, I found a table in the shade outside of a quaint little coffee/smoothie shop. When the owner of the shop saw me sitting in the heat, she called to me to come inside because it was cooler. She was certainly right about that. So there I sat poring over my documents and sipping on a strawberry smoothie when a nice man and his wife entered the shop. On the counter there was a framed piece of paper with a paint brush, water, and different colors of paint.

Remember when you were a child and they had those "framed boards" where you could draw on them, then pull up the grey plastic page and it would erase your masterpiece? If the cobwebs of my mind are working correctly, I think they used to call them "Magic Slates." Well, this was like one of those, except it was paper. It must have been water-sensitive because when one would put the paint brush into the water and then dab paint on the paper, it would stay for a while then disappear! I love gadgets so I sat there and watched different people dabble on the paper. Back to this man and his wife. When this nice lady picked up the brush, wetted it and dabbed the paint on the paper, the image took instant shape. You could tell she was very talented.

Being the introvert that I am, I chimed up and said, "Ma'am, are you an artist?”

She turned back and looked at me and stated, "Sir, we are all artists."

Somehow that spoke to the depths of my soul and I responded, "Yes, in God's plan that is so true. In fact we are not only all ‘artists’ but we are also all "works of art."

I then explained that I was a pastor and that I planned to do a sermon on her idea. I then did as I always do and asked her if she and her husband were in a good church. She responded, "No and we are looking for one." I then pulled out a church card and she said, "We live in Sharpsburg" (which is not far at all from our church.)

On the way home I wanted to show Nikki all the progress of our building. On the way home, we pulled into the parking lot and walked up theÊ temporary construction gang plank into the sanctuary. There right before our eyes was the miracle at the altar. Someone had taken three 4 X 4 sheets of Celtex, which are used for insulation inside a wall, and sketched a bigger than life Jesus on the cross. They had then taken the three sheets and nailed them to the front of the altar area in front of the pulpit, the choir loft, and the baptistry. It was breathtaking, to say the least.ÊAnd the fact that it was in three pieces and three dimensional was miraculous.

I went to bed Saturday night still wondering who could have done this beautiful drawing of Jesus suffering on the cross. Then at 2 a.m. I awakened and thought of the woman from Warm Springs, and knew it had to be her. I then woke Dee up and told her the story. She gave me a condescending "That's great, honey" groan and went back to sleep. I stayed awake for quite some time thanking God for showing up at our little church.

The miracle continues. I went back down to the church on Monday to check on the construction progress and was talking to one of the carpenters about the beautiful drawing at the altar, when he said to me, "Pastor, I did the drawing." I about fell down.

I came to find out that he had gone to the church to meet our main contractor, Tommy Duncan, and had gotten there earlier than their agreed time and became inspired and picked up his carpenter's pencil and went to work. This extremely talented young man's name is James Perch and, yes, I have invited him to church several times. He told me that he wore out two carpenter pencils on the sketch. God bless you, James Perch, you have listened to "The Carpenter" and allowed a miracle to take place with your carpenter talents.

If you would like to see the drawing, come on down and see it. I asked them to leave it at the altar as long as possible. It will truly bless you to see it. We are leaving the gates open during construction. God bless you as you experience God's miracles on a daily basis.