On Monday, Dec. 6, Sue and I put up our Christmas decorations outside. Beth sent us home with an 8-foot lighted cross that she didn’t plan to use again. I mounted the cross on a 30-foot pipe-pole and tested the lights of course. Our neighbor Bob helped us to get it stood up secured within the tree in front of our living room windows.
We were just finishing at 5 p.m., and we turned on all the lights. You can imagine what a disappointment to see the top half of the cross did not light. Sue said, “Oh no, what are we going to do?” I said, “There is nothing we can do.” It is too much work and it’s too late, that’s just the way it is.
That night after we had gone to bed, Sue said let’s pray about that cross. She prayed “Lord you know we put up that cross for your honor. You know Bob goes to knee surgery early in the morning and you know when Bob comes home he will not be able to repair those lights 30 feet in the air, but you can.”
Sue was with me all day in the hospital. When she came home 6 p.m. turned the corner at the golf clubhouse, her body turned to goose bumps. Straight in front of her was fully lit cross 30-foot-tall cross honoring our wonderful Lord for all to see.
He is still the God of miracles big or small. Come see the cross that God lit, 1805 W. Fairway Lane, Payson.
P.S. My new knee is doing fine, praise our Lord.
Bob and Sue McQueen