The Bible says in 1Corinthians 1:26, “For ye see your calling, brethren, how that not many wise men after the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble, (are called):” God did not call me because of some intelligence I had over anyone else. He did not allow me to see His miracle working power because I was better that someone: richer, stronger, or more able than anyone else in any way. It was not even because I had more faith. If anything, it was simply because I made up my mind one day that I would do whatever the Lord asked me to do.
The prophet Isaiah saw the Lord high and lifted up and His train filled the temple. And when the Lord said, “Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?”, then Isaiah said, “I, here am I; send me.” The Lord is simply looking for someone, anyone, who is willing to put aside his or her wants and desires, and is ready to do the will God. In the last book of the Bible, the Book of Revelation, in the last chapter, it says, “Whosoever will…” How about you? Are you a “whosoever” that “will”? “For the eyes of the LORD run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to show himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect toward him.” (2 Chronicles 16:9)… This is my story:
It was a cold winter’s night, about 3:00 AM, and I was servicing my newspaper rack located in front of a little convenience store just off the highway in east Dallas. As I was about to get back in my warm truck, I noticed smoke coming from an upstairs window at the back of an old flop- house motel on Samuell Blvd. My heart went up into my throat as I drove around to the front of the motel and talked to the night clerk. “Unless you have a boiler in the back upstairs and that’s steam coming out of the window, you’ve got a room on fire.” I said. “We don’t have a boiler.” he replied. I shouted, “Then there’s a fire! Call 911 and I’ll start waking people up!”
I ran up the stairs to the area where I thought the smoke was coming from, and began knocking on doors and yelling “Fire!” when suddenly I heard a faint “Help” coming from one of the rooms. I noticed smoke coming out from under the door and I tried to open it, but it was locked. I hit the door as hard as I could with my shoulder: once, twice; and suddenly the door flew open. A billow of smoke rushed out of the room and into my face, driving me back to the balcony railing. As I tried to see through the smoke, all I could see was a red glow coming from the back of the room and I heard what sounded like a whimper.
I tried to go in but the smoke was too thick. It was then that I remembered seeing a TV commercial about crawling on your stomach if you are ever in a room filled with smoke. I lay down, and sure enough, I could see clearly for about six inches off the floor. I could make out the legs of the bed frame, and that was where the red glow was coming from. I crawled on my belly to the bed, and reaching up, I could feel someone’s leg. I pulled as hard as I could, and an unclothed elderly woman rolled off onto the floor, along with some empty liquor bottles.
I dragged her out onto the balcony as people began to come out of their rooms. Seeing her naked and cold, I crawled back into the room, reached up onto the bed and felt for a blanket. I found one that was partially on fire, pulled it off the bed and took it back outside, where I put out the fire and covered her up. As I knelt beside her, a crowd was beginning to gather on the balcony and the fire truck was pulling up. It was then that I first heard the Voice of the LORD. “Lay your hand on her and pray.” the Voice said.
I had never done anything like that in my life! The closest thing that I had ever seen to that was when I was little and I would listen to my Dad laugh and make fun of Oral Roberts praying for people on television. Shaking, I lay my hand on her forehead in the same way as I had seen Oral Roberts do, and began to pray out loud. I don’t even remember what all I said. All I remember, I was rambling, asking God to heal her, and let her live, and let her be a testimony, and to know that God did it… When suddenly, it felt like a bolt of electricity hit me in the back of my head, went down my arm, and through my hand. The woman began to shake as if she was being electrocuted: and then as suddenly as it began, it stopped.
(To be continued…)
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