Christians who invited us for dinner and prayer meeting. The words o f Jesus, “ And all things, whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer believing, ye shall receive,” had been much on my mind. I had asked the Lord to give us evi dences of what He was able to do. Certainly, I thought, if I want to go to the mission field, I need to go equipped with the sure knowl edge that God will answer my prayers. Someone had asked God to send me into full-time service and I became available, first re luctantly, later willingly. God has a way o f answering prayer which is beyond our comprehension. An swer He does! It is the prayer for reapers that pleases Him, and which He answers in the affirma tive. We may expect a speedy an swer, for the harvest is ripe and cannot wait. On land and on sea men are perishing for want of witnesses. They need to be told the GOOD NEWS. Before “the night comes when no man can work,” there is time for just a few more hauls at the net. The people o f El Arco were much concerned about a shortage o f water. They showed us their only source, deep in an old mine. There a small trickle emerged from the rocks. A little Mexican girl there was filling her pan. She was crying, her tears mingling with the water. Later at a meet ing we shared encouraging testi monies o f answered p raye rs . Someone suggested we pray for rain. From the Pacific, clouds were drifting in under a full moon. Yet the following morn ing, as we left El Arco and our friends, the sun was already hot. In our hearts we were agreed that God would send them rain. But God’s answers sometimes differ from what we have in mind. Coming home three weeks later, I picked up some papers which had accumulated during my ab sence. The following item made me sit up and take notice: “An earthquake of s e v e r e intensity rocked the California coast and the Baja Peninsula o f Mexico where the tremor had its epicen- THE KING'S BUSINESS
B efore I went to the mission field, one evening in January, 1954, I dialed a friend’s number. “Hello, Evan! I have decided it is a good idea to go down the penin sula together for a month, as you suggested some time ago. I need the experience, and hope to have my visa for the Congo by then. A friend is taking over my busi ness, and I will be available next week.” Expectantly I listened for the reply. “Well,” Evan answered, “ This certainly must be of the Lord. I just had a time of prayer, asking the Lord to work it out for you so that we could go there with the Gospel. I am sure that you will want Miquel to go along too. 40
Come on over, and we will make our plans.” As witnesses o f God’s saving grace, Evan and I had visited needy places like Tijuana and En senada. However, the peninsula held a great attraction for both of us. It is a sparsely-settled strip o f rugged country, hugged by the Pacific for 900 miles in the west and by the Bay o f California in the east. From Tijuana to San Lucas at the very tip o f the penin sula are 1000 miles o f rough road. No one should attempt to travel down there with a 6-cylinder pick-up on 4-ply tires, we were told. We went anyway. About eight days later, we stopped for the night at a little place called El Arco. We were welcomed by a small group of
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