Bro. Tony and I began to go and hand out Gospel tracts on a regular basis. As more tracts were distributed, the 24-hour prayer line was becoming more active.
God even opened doors for us to have a public service announcement about the prayer line to run on some local television and radio stations.
People were calling in not only to ask for prayer, but to share how they had prayed the sinner’s prayer on the back of the tract and had accepted Christ.
Bro. Tony would always instruct them in their need to begin reading the Bible, talking to their Heavenly Father, and to start attending a local Bible-believing Church of their choice.
On one particular evening, Bro. Tony had call-forwarded the line to my house so that he could attend some other ministry requirements, and then he would transfer the line back to the Center when he returned. I went to bed as usual, and awoke about 2:00 A.M. to go pick up my newspapers downtown, and run my route.
As I went out and tried to leave, my brand new truck would not start. I tried again, praying, “Lord, please help me. I’m already running late.” but the engine would not turn over: it was as dead as a doornail.
It was then that I looked up and saw my porch light flashing off and on, off and on. As I stepped out of the truck, my wife stepped out on the porch and said, “There’s a man on the phone and he’s threatening to commit suicide!”
I ran back into the house, took the phone and said, “Jesus loves you. Can I help you?”
He answered, “ I have a gun in my hand and I was about to pull the trigger, when I looked down and saw this paper that someone had given me laying on my table. I decided to give it one last chance and call this number on the back, but if you can’t give me a reason to live, then I’m going to take this gun and kill myself.”
Not knowing what to say, I started to open my mouth to say something, anything; when suddenly that same feeling of power, which I had felt at the motel fire, seemed to fill me, and I heard myself saying in a loud, firm voice “You’re a liar, and the Devil is a liar.”
“What?”’ he said, “I tell you I’m going to kill myself, and you call me a liar?”
I replied, “The Bible says that the thief comes to steal, kill, and destroy; but that Jesus has come that you might have life, and life more abundantly. The Bible says that the devil is a liar and the father of it.
He’s the one that’s trying to talk you into killing yourself, but I rebuke him in the Name of Jesus Christ! You’re not going to kill yourself. Jesus loves you and has a plan for your life, and wants to save you and set you free.”
He started to cry and said, “I wish I could believe that.” I said, “You can. You didn’t call this number by accident. God ordained for you to have that tract, and call this number, and that I should talk to you. He wants to save you now, forgive you of your sins, and give you a new life.”
We prayed together, and he invited Christ into his heart and was born again. He began to laugh and rejoice. I told him that the angels in heaven also rejoice over one sinner that comes to repentance.
I hung up and called Bro. Tony. He had forgotten to transfer the prayer line back to the Outreach Center. I went outside, got in my truck, and, to my amazement, it started right up.
I began to praise God as I realized that He had caused my truck not to start in order to keep me there and lead this man to Christ. By the time I got down to the newspaper, everyone was gone and my papers were stacked up on the dock. I had to climb up on the dock and load them myself by hand, but I didn’t mind one bit.
God was beginning to teach me just exactly how much He has everything in control. This would not be the only time that I would see a vehicle not start in order for God to save someone‘s life.
(To be continued…)
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