Then he remembered the days of old,
of Moses and his people.
Where is he who brought them up out of the sea
with the shepherds of his flock?
Where is he who put in the midst of them
his Holy Spirit,
who caused his glorious arm
to go at the right hand of Moses,
who divided the waters before them
to make for himself an everlasting name,
who led them through the depths?
Like a horse in the desert,
they did not stumble.
As I reflect on this passage, I think of the many people that have encouraged me in my faith. I’d especially like to tell you about a Sunday school teacher I had during Jr. High, named Tim Timmons.
One Sunday as we arrived, Tim had us sitting in a circle, and he said that he needed our support. He had a Life magazine article that he read to us about missionaries in Ecuador. (This story was told by Elizabeth Elliott in her book, Through Gates of Splendor.) One of the members of the flight crew had been a friend of Tim’s. The plane was trying to reach out to a tribe of people who did not know Jesus. The men on that flight were killed trying to bring Jesus to the tribe.
There was not a dry eye in the room. Tim’s response was what I remembered the most. He said, “I can’t wait to see what God does next.” He knew that God’s love was constant and he knew that God was still in control.