The news yesterday was that Oral Roberts went home to his reward.  I have a book of his, my mother bought, in my dining room that catches my eyes everytime I get my coat.  So daily for the last few weeks I would see that book.  I have a son that graduated from Oral Roberts University and my daughter went to the school for one year.
 As a child, I was in one of his meetings and still remember it today.  My father and mother took me to the meeting and it was packed.  In the fifties there were little if any fire codes, so the aisles were full and really packed to the point  that it was difficult to move let along find a seat.  My father who was fresh back from WWII was never one to stop because of an excuse but he found an answer to his family needing to find a seat.  He found us empty seats behind the platform curtain, but none the less they were seats, and we could hear everything and see some things.  I remember them passing me over the heads of the crowd, as a small child so that I could get to my father.
What a man of God Oral was to never stop going forward no matter what others said.  In fact I still remember the abuse he sustained for simply believing that "God is a good God."  His ability to continue on no matter the assaults, no matter the verbal abuse, no matter the grief (losing several children to death) but keeping his eye on the Lord and marching forward.  He and his family were terribly ridiculed for the simple faith to see people healed.  He said over and again he was not a healer but the Jesus was.  
Today we are so in need of people who will believe and keep marching no matter what comes or what goes.  Will you be one of those?