Praise Avenue by Don Gossett

Updated: Reprinted Found on November 2012

When you are going through problems “DON”T PANIC—PRAISE!”

I was impressed in my spirit to type an excerpt from a book called “Praise Avenue” by Don Gossett.

You cannot get this book in your local store, because it is out of publication. This book was published by Whitaker House, and copyrighted by Don Gossett in 1976.

The book is amazing, and I hope you will be blessed by just reading the first chapter. Don Gossett will show you how to stay on “Praise Avenue” as he calls it, and off “Grumbling Street.” He also said, “The Power of Praise can revolutionize your life.” And I believe every word. Let me know your opinion by posting your comment below.

Chapter one: Don’t Panic-Praise

Hurled for the car, I smashed into a snowbank and felt more than two tons of automobile rolling over me. Weakly, I gasped out the words, “Lord, help me! Don’t let me die!” Then, from somewhere, came the strong impression: “But you’re not going to die.” “Not going to die?” I thought. “Better to die than to be crippled for life.” Slowly and painfully pulling myself from the snowbank, I was amazed that I could stand. As I stood there looking at the car that had rolled farther down the hill, I began to feel my body from broken bones. I rubbed my hands over my face and neck, looking for signs of blood.

There was none! Just then, a group of highway workmen came rushing toward me. They were shocked to see me standing there alive, let alone uninjured—especially since the accident had demolished my aging Buick. “Nuthin” but pure luck” one of the men exclaimed. “Do you realize that car rolled right over top of you? You oughta be dead!” With as much of a smile as I could muster, I told them that it wasn’t luck that had pulled me through, but the Lord who had protected me.

Little by little, I began to grasp that fact more and more. God—that great big God—was taking care of me—Don Gossett! Seeing that clearly, I decided there was no point in worrying about anything. If God was looking after me, then I should praise Him in every situation. Through the years, that conviction has grown. I’ve been in all kinds of situations that weren’t very conducive to praising God. But I’ve become so convinced about the power of praise that very few things upset me anymore.

Sometime after the first wreck, for instance, I had another serious accident while enroute to Chicago. This time I noticed how natural praising God had become. As my car slid off the highway and rolled end over end, my helpless body was tossed from the front seat into the back seat. When the car stopped rolling, it turned out that I was trapped inside. The cold trickle of gasoline was running over my body. I could smell the pungent fumes as I lay there pinned in the wreakage. Immediately, though the Holy Spirit reminded me to offer up praises to God. Fully confident that God was in control of that situation, I obeyed.

Lying there quietly praising the Lord, I heard a man outside the car say, “We’d better get that guy out fast! That gas could ignite any minute and burn him alive!” It might sound strange to some people, but I can honestly say that I wasn’t worried. Knowing the Lord would preserve me, I just lay back and waited patiently for the men to pry the wreckage open so that I could get out. When they finally got me out, all I could do was stand there and thank God for. His mighty protection. Scores of people saw how that Oldsmobile was smashed and battered, they asked, “Who go killed?” “Who was in it?”

Each time, I would step up to them and say, “I’m the one who was in the car. The Lord has kept His hand on me, and here I stand.” I don’t think I’ve seen so many surprised faces in all my life before or since then. “But can praise really change things?” you ask. Some years back, I would never have thought of the questions—let alone successfully answered it. Yet, through the years, and time after time, I have found that praise really works miracles.

I am not alone in this discovery. Reginald Layzell was a successful sales manager for a large office supplies company in Toronto, Ontario, when he went west for a series of speaking engagements at a church in Abbotsford, British Columbia. Although prominent in business, Reg often took time to do lay preaching.

Reg tried hard, but the first talks seemed to fall on deaf ears. Admitting that his meetings were a failure, Reg restored to prayer and fasting. When that didn’t seem to help, he considered the idea of closing his meetings and going home.

On the first day of prayer, however, something happened. A text from the Psalms burst on his memory. He didn’t know it was Psalm 22:3, but the words of the verse were brought to his memory by the Holy Spirit, and he knew that he had read it before:

But thou art holy. O thou that inhabits the praises of Israel.

At first, Reg thought only about the first part of the verse – about how holy God is. But then the Holy Spirit led him on to the second half of the verse, where the Psalmist refers to God as the one “who inhabitest the praises of Israel.” Suddenly, the heavens seemed to open, and the full impact of that verse emblazoned itself upon his mind: God actually lives in the praises of His people!

This was a revolutionary thought. Even though God is high and lifted up, He will actually dwell (and manifest Himself) where praise ascends to Him! The thoughts tumbled through Reg’s mind in rapid succession: “If He dwells in praise, then the thing I must do is fill this building with praise, and God will come down and live in it.”

Reg decided to take action. If his thought was form God, then it would work; if not, he would find out quickly enough. Since he was such a dismal failure, he has nothing to lose. And he had everything to gain if it was true.

So, in simple obedience to the Word of God, and with implicit faith in the teaching of that verse, he began to praise the Lord, even though he felt depressed and discouraged.

Fortunately, he was alone; otherwise the embarrassment of raising his hands and praising God aloud might have been too much to bear. This was especially true since his entire nature and background were diametrically opposed to this type of practice; he was a composed, staid, solemn Englishman.

After a session of praise in a small study room, he ventured into the church. “I certainly need God at the pulpit,” he admitted, “so I’ll go up there and praise the Lord.” And that is just what he did.

After that, he said, “The pianist is rather dead too,” so he went around and around the piano with praises, trusting God to come down and dwell there also.

Up and down each aisle, in and out between the pews, downstairs in every room (including the washrooms) he went, praising God constantly.

The hours of the afternoon rolled by, yet he still walked through the building, audibly praising God. With each passing hour, self-consciousness lessened and the praises grew louder. Supper hour came and went unheeded; the praises continued.

It had been a deliberate decision to act by sheer, raw faith, absolutely devoid of any feelings. He knew only one thing: God’s Word said that He would dwell in praise, and He was going to “put it to the test.”

About seven o’clock, others started arriving at the church to pray before the service; Reg knelt at the altar and praised the Lord a little longer.
A few minutes later, he began the service with the singing of the hymn, There is Power in the Blood. They had sung only the first verse when all of a sudden a woman lifted her hands to God in praise, and was mightily baptized in the Holy Spirit. From that moment, the revival was on.

To some, it might seem incredible that such a transition from abject failure to glorious revival could take place through the revelation of one verse of scripture. But miracles are bound to happen when anyone really believes the Word of God.

Reg, who later became founder and pastor of Glad Tidings Temple, one of the greatest churches in the Canadian West, explains his convictions about praise this way:

On more than one occasion, I have said that if I should be limited to one subject in my preaching, I would choose, without hesitation, the subject of praising Jesus. This would be for various reasons.

First, I owe everything to Jesus and His mercy. If it were not for Jesus, I would still be in my sins and lost. I am sure that, but for Jesus, I would be dead and in hell. Jesus has done everything for me and I can’t praise Him too much.

I also find that the Word of God, which is our guide to life, tells us to praise Him in many things and at all times. There are probably more passages on praise and worship in the Bible, than on any other single subject.

I have found that in the preaching and practicing of praising Jesus, every avenue of the Gospel is effective. Jesus inhabits the praises of Israel. Because He is present in the atmosphere of true Bible praise, sinners are saved, people are healed, believers are baptized in the Holy Spirit, and all are blessed.

Such is the power of praise. And after I read Reg Layzell’s comments on the subject, my mind went back to a prayer meeting I had attended when God had been teaching me some early lessons on praise. During the meeting, a gentleman stood up and started to recite a long list of trials, tribulations, woes, and troubles which he was encountering on the way to heaven. I couldn’t have sympathized with him more as I sat there and listened.

After this gentleman sat down, another stood up and said, “I see that our friend here is living on sat down, another stood up and said, “I see that our friend here is living on Grumbling Street. Every day of life there is a struggle. I used to live on Grumbling Street too.” He went on to explain how gloomy his life used to be: how poor his health, how joyless his outlook, how depressed his mentality. “But finally, I moved onto Praise Avenue,” he said with a grin. “And ever since that move, I’ve had a lot more sunshine, the air is better – even my health is improved!”

I was deeply stirred, and disturbed at the same time, because I recognized that I was sometimes like the first man who was living on Grumbling Street.

How much of my life had been spent in praising God, compared to the times spent in fruitless expression of discontent? I was ashamed to admit that I had given more of my time to worrying than to praising my Creator.

As I mulled over these things on my way home, I thought about the Hebrews as they traveled through the wilderness with Moses. There was a multitude of people whom God had delivered from bondage in Egypt. He had parted the Red Sea for their escape; He had miraculously fed them with manna. But still they insisted on complaining.

They were in a vicious cycle. They complained because they weren’t contented. And when God punished them for this attitude, they then complained all the more. God then had to punish them for their increased complaining. And so on it went.

No wonder life didn’t get better! No wonder they spent forty years wandering through the desert! All that God required of them was obedience, praise, and worship; yet they failed.

The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I felt. Here I was, a Christian who had been brought of the bondage of sin by Jesus; I had been fed, clothed, and taken care of; yet I hadn’t been praising Him as I should. Maybe the second gentleman was right. Maybe things would get better if I would just begin praising God more consistently.

All rights reserved by Whitaker House; Copyright 1976 by Don Gossett ISBN: 0-88368-059-9
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