2/3 Isaiah 38:9-14
When King Hezekiah was well again, he wrote this poem about his experience: 10 I said, “In the prime of my life, must I now enter the place of the dead? Am I to be robbed of my normal years?” 11 I said, “Never again will I see the LORD GOD while still in the land of the living. Never again will I see my friends or laugh with those who live in this world. 12 My life has been blown away like a shepherd’s tent in a storm. It has been cut short, as when a weaver cuts cloth from a loom. Suddenly, my life was over. 13 I waited patiently all night, but I was torn apart as though by lions. Suddenly, my life was over. 14 Delirious, I chattered like a swallow or a crane, and then I moaned like a mourning dove. My eyes grew tired of looking to heaven for help. I am in trouble, Lord. Help me!”
HELP
Four letters that we seldom say until it is too late. Don’t let you life rock out of relationship with the Lord. Don’t get so far away that everything is destroyed before you yell for HELP. Help me Lord. Help me to pray. Help me to listen. Help me to spend time with you. Help me grow my faith. Help me Lord.
FEBRUARY 3 – HELP
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Clay Corvin
Clay Corvin is currently a Bible Teacher and occasional preacher at Bethel Community Baptist Church in New Orleans. He is the retired VP Business and Professor of Admin at New Orleans Baptist Theological Seminary after completing 38 years as their Business Administrator. He was the pastor at the Brantley Baptist Center for twenty-five years. He is married to Carol Corvin and the father of three children and has three grandchildren. He ministers today as Co-pastor of the Bethel Community Baptist Church and seeks to share the Gospel with everyone. Jesus is Lord!