Touched by the Master

See the source imageby Guest Blogger Jason Moore

Many have outstretched hands reaching for a touch. In a recent trip to Asia, God made this thought of “being touched by the Master” personal to me.

We quietly entered the building under the cover of night. The concrete building had that familiar musty smell. We got into the elevator and went to the eighth floor.

As I entered the apartment, I glanced around the room. Many faces met my eyes . . . brothers and sisters with fervent hearts with one purpose—to hear the Word.

We were packed into this small apartment; the air was warm and stifling and most sat on the floor. The fellowship was full of joy and thanksgiving. Many had worked all day and were physically tired, but the anointing quickened.

The music began hushed, and eyes closed and hands rose. God was moving heart to heart, and strength was being administered. The sound was angelic as hearts reached for God in worship. Then silence and prayer began. Thankfulness and faith were dripping from their lips with tears of joy—the Father was there.

As the Bible was opened, focus was heightened and pens scribbled with the eternal word that touched their hearts. Time seemed to stand still as heaven came down; four hours seemed to be minutes.

My heart was touched to see the lives of these Chinese believers. This was an illegal meeting as far as their government goes, but to them, missing it was not an option. As we filed out quietly, the smiles and burning hearts were refining my heart. The Spirit seemed to say, “The fire burns till the gold reflects the face of the Refiner, vessels fit for the Master’s use.” As they passed by, I prayed, “Lord, please hide each one in my heart and cause me to remember the price of the gospel.”

The power of a touch. Jesus was in a great crowd and said, “Virtue has gone out of me, Who touched me?” The healed woman came timidly out of the crowd. “Daughter, you are made whole.” One touch.

The work of God is beyond anything natural, and it is not limited to our faith. His loving touch changes our world. “And he took the blind man by the hand, and led him out of the town; and when he had spit on his eyes and put his hands upon him, he asked him if he saw ought. And he looked up, and said, I see men as trees, walking. After that he put his hands again upon his eyes, and made him look up: and he was restored, and saw every man clearly” (Mark 8:23-25 KJV). The blind man, when he was first touched, didn’t see clearly, but the second time he saw with understanding.

We can be the same. In prayer, the blindfold comes off. The scales fall from our eyes. We begin to realize the power of a touch from God. Our hard heart can be made soft and receptive again.

Life doesn’t make sense unless the Lord touches us again and again in prayer and meditation. Prayer draws us into the limitless resource of the Eternal. Prayer is the breath of the believer, our weakness leaning on His omnipotence. Let’s discover His beauty and be renewed with personal power. Bow before God and let him put his hands on your eyes so you can see Him in action today.

Many thanks to our guest blogger, Jason Moore. Please visit his websites: and About Me

About Jason Moore

family christmas.jpgPassionate about reaching people from all walks of life, Jason Moore has been involved in worldwide mission work and discipleship since the age of sixteen. While living in Ukraine, he completed his internship in church planting, resulting in three new churches that continue to thrive today.

As a graduate of Maryland Bible College and Seminary with a Bachelor’s in Biblical Studies, he leads the Pastoral Care team of Greater Grace Church in Baltimore, MD. He serves as a guest speaker in churches throughout the United States and overseas. With his wife, Leah, and son, Carson, he is dedicated to guiding people in discovering the riches of God’s grace.

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