Then he said, “ I want to get you a couple of blankets and make you as .comfortable as I can, and I’m going over to the cook house to arrange for a good breakfast for you.” I have often thought of God’s word to Elijah, “ I have commanded the rav ens to feed thee there.” Where He leads, He feeds. Answered Prayer One day during the war, I was about 160 miles from Los Angeles, waiting for a ride. There were not many cars on the road, but suddenly a truckload of marines stopped. About thirty or forty marines got out, and they began hitch hiking too. Humanly speaking, I did not have a chance in the world to get a ride. Then these words came to me: “ Ask . . . [and] I will do i t . . . Ask . . . that your joy may be full.” I took off my hat, bowed my head in prayer, and said, “ Lord, I’ve spoken on these verses many times. Make them real to me now. Lord, it would make me very happy to be in Los Angeles. You have said . . . ‘Ask . . . that your joy may be full,’ and I’m ask ing for a ride.” When I finished, I "put on my hat. In less than five minutes a car going in the opposite direction turned around, and the door opened! There sat a man and his wife, and they offered me a ride. After we had been riding for a few minutes, I said, “ I don’t quite under stand it. You were going the other way, and you turned around and stopped. How did it happen?” “Well,” the man said, “ I’ll tell you. We passed you about five or ten minutes ago. When we got down the road several miles, I turned to my wife and said, ‘That civilian back there will pever get a ride in a million years with all those marines around him. Let’s go back and get him’.” God Meets a Woman's Need I was waiting for a ride in San Jose, California. All of a sudden, a car stopped in front of me. A lady was sit ting there, and she asked, “Would you like a ride?” To put us both at ease, I told her that I was a Christian and that I loved the Lord. I began to talk to her about spir itual matters. Finally, after about fifteen minutes, she turned to me and said, “ Is n’t it strange that I should have picked you up? I don’t know how many people I’ve passed, but something seemed to say, ‘Pick that man up’.” “ Just this morning I was listening to a preacher on the radio,” she continued. “He was talking just the way you are. When he finished, I wrote something in this book.” She reached over and took a little red book out of her bag. This is what it said: “ What I need is God. How can I find him?” I knew then that God had placed me there to bring her the good news of salvation. Page Fifte
HITCHHIKING ON PURPOSE Across the United States seventeen times By George Watmough
have fought a good fight. I have finished my course, I have kept the faith.” . Fed by Ravens It was a cold, rainy night in Wyo ming, and I sought shelter in a little store. Finally the storekeeper said to me, “ You’ll have to go outside now. I’m going to close the store.” I walked out to the porch. I had not
“ The Spirit said unto Philip, Go near and join thyself to this chariot” (Acts 8:29). F OR a number of years I have been doing that very thing, going up and down the highways, joining myself to people’s chariots and telling them the good news of salvation. The Lord Found Me I grew up in a home in which I never saw a Bible, never heard a word of prayer, and never knew what it was to say grace at the table. My father was a very heavy drinker. My only brother committed suicide. I began boxing, wasting several of the best years of my life doing that. Then I became interested in show busi ness. At one time I sent two suitcases from New York to Hollywood. To this day, I have not seen them. They were lost, and I was saved. One evening I went to hear a man named Paul Rader. He made the gospel so plain and so real that I saw that all my sin had been laid upon Christ, that His righteousness had been imputed to me, and that I was justified and made as clean as though I had ever sinned. That was good news to me. I made my way to the altar and threw everything I had at the feet of Jesus. He put a song in my heart and a testimony on my lips, and He gave me something for which to live. The First Sermon Although I knew nothing about preaching, I knew that I had been saved, and I wanted to tell other people about it. I started out at a little place called Victorville, California. Some colored people there asked me to preach for them. “ I’m not a preacher,” I said. “ I don’t know much about it.” I based my ser mon on the thirteenth chapter of Gene sis, where Lot was looking for grass and Abraham was looking for grace. “And the Lord said unto Abram, after that Lot was separated from him . . .” I saw separation the first time I ever preached, and I have been preaching it ever since, because it seems to me that God could not talk to Abraham until there had been a separation. God can not talk to you and me either until we have been separated from the things of the world. I have read Paul’s writings again and again, but I have never found that he said, “ I knew how to compromise, and I was a good mixer.” He does say, “ I A U G U S T , 1 9 4 9
been saved very long, and I was really down in the dumps, but I remembered reading at one time something that one of God’s saints had said: “ When you’re down in the cellar of despondency, look around for the king’s wine.” I began to look, and it was not long before a young fellow drove up in his car. I told him that there was no place around for miles to sleep, and I said to him, “Would you mind if I slept in the back of your car for the night?” “ I don’t mind at all,” he said, “but I’m working on a job about five miles down the road. If you want to come out there, you can sleep in the back of my car.” As we rode along, I began to give him my testimony, and I told him the story of Calvary. He was a Mormon, and they are usually hard to reach with the gospel, but I kept talking and talk ing to him. One o’clock came, two o’clock came, and he sat there listening. Finally the light broke through. He saw his need of Christ, and he took the Lord as his Saviour.
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