Precious Memories - Page 15
I don’t remember just how long he stayed in this room, but the day he came out, he told us to get ready, for we were going to church. I asked him where, but he said, “The Lord will show me.”
So, we got in the car and started riding, when soon we came to a big theater building which had been turned into a place of worship. He felt to stop, so we quietly slipped in and sat down on the back row. The services had already started, and everyone was a stranger to us. The pastor, who was up front leading the services, all of a sudden stopped what he was doing and said, “I don’t know these people sitting on the back row. I have never seen them before, but I do know the Holy Ghost, and He just spoke to me and said, ‘God sent this man for a revival’.”
There was no question in our mind, for we knew it was God, so George began a revival there, and I can’t find words to describe how God blessed this meeting. The pastor’s wife received a miraculous healing the first night, and the whole area was stirred.
Right in the midst of this great revival, God spoke to George and told him to go to Canada. The pastor stood and begged him to stay longer, but when he found his pleading was to no avail, he then told us that the people had secretly gotten together and were making plans to buy us a brand new car. He thought this would surely change George’s mind, because we had never dreamed of owning a new car, but, even though Satan was talking to my mind, trying to convince me that a few days probably wouldn’t make any difference, I am glad George’s heart wasn’t toward worldly gain, and he refused to turn to the right or to the left when God spoke. So, we left for Canada in our old Ford with the window out.
The pastor tried to get George to promise him that when he returned from Canada, he would come back by so they could still buy us a new car. George told him he would pray about it, but the Lord led us in a different direction when we left Canada, and we never saw those precious people again. Maybe someday we will meet them again and be able to thank them for their love and concern.
Somehow I failed to get their name and address so I could stay in contact. I guess the Lord suffered this for His purpose. I can look back now and see how God was to use this old Ford in His divine will. If we had received a new car at this time, it would have interfered with His future plans. God works in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform.
We left Detroit in the rugged old Ford, and were on our way to Canada. When we reached the Canadian border, the man on duty asked us where we were going. George told him the name of the place the Lord had told him to go. The man said that he had been working there for years but had never heard of a place in Canada by that name. He got a map out and looked at it. He came back to our car laughing and said, “You are right! There is a place by that name, but don’t bat your eyes when you go through or you’ll miss it!”