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.