Precious Memories - Page 24
While we were in Del Rio, we worked over in old Mexico in the little villages where people didn’t have very many of this world’s goods, but they were hungry for the Word of God. They lived in little huts with dirt floors, and their meals usually consisted of goat meat, beans and tortillas. This is where we started our first missionary work outside of the United States and Canada. We learned to love the people of old Mexico, and continue even until this day, thirty years later, working all over old Mexico, as well as many other countries, sharing clothes, money, food, and the gospel of the Lord Jesus with thousands of people.
At the time of this writing, we will be leaving, if it is the Lord’s will, for Israel and Egypt in a few days. We pray for the great God of love to help us to take advantage of every opportunity given us to reach out and give a helping hand to others who are in need, as we give thanksgiving and praise for all the mercy and love He has given to us through our lives.
When we left Texas, we finally ended up in California, where the Lord was leading. We had been in the car for five days and five nights looking for a place to rent. Everywhere we would stop and inquire, the rent was either to high or wouldn’t rent because we had children.
Finally, we got down to two dollars and we pulled into a service station to buy gas with this last two dollars. George said, “God will move, because He knows I have done everything I know to do, and I know He sent me to California, so I am trusting Him.”
George got out and was waiting for the attendant to put the gas in. I noticed a Spanish man talking on the telephone inside the service station, but he was looking at our car. He kept staring straight at us, so I looked back to see if any of the children were doing anything to draw his attention. They were sitting very quietly, and I glanced back at the man and he was hurrying out the door coming straight toward our car. I saw him talking to George and they walked around to the back of the car, and the man acted real excited. I found out he was telling George that he had bought this white station wagon when it was brand new down in Del Rio, Texas. He went on to explain that he was in the Army at the time and when he was sent overseas, someone stole his wife’s allotment check and she couldn’t make the payments and they had come out and repossessed it. He said it tore him up, and he begged George to go home with him and let him show him pictures to prove it. He found out George was a minister and he said he had been called to preach, but was so frustrated over so many churches preaching different doctrines, until he had been praying and begging God to show him the truth.
So, to cut this short, we ended up going home with Brother Al Gonzales and stayed in his home for a week or two. George and Brother Al talked night and day, and Brother Al ended up being one of our closest friends and brothers in the Lord. He interpreted for George many, many times in Mexico, and it was so amazing to see them preach and interpret under the same anointing. They wouldn’t be looking at each other but their hands and movements were the same. Brother Al has gone on to be with Jesus now, and has already received his reward, and Sister Nabe, who stayed by his side for all those years and was a true and faithful wife, lives here at Little Bethlehem with her children living close by.