“For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.” (Eph. 6:12)
I had allowed myself to become lackadaisical in our approach to finances and our needs. As I watched our provisions and offerings dwindle, my attitude was “God knows what we need. If He wants us to do this work, then He will provide.”
It all sounded very spiritual, but I had forgotten my part. The Bible declares that we “…fight the good fight of faith.” I was being presumptuous, not faithful.
We had gone to bed the night before we were scheduled to hold a service in Mineral Wells, Texas. We went to bed with no money for gasoline to go, and nothing to eat when we woke up.
I awoke with a start at 5:00 AM for no apparent reason, and thought “I’ll go back to sleep for about an hour.”
Immediately, I was in a deep sleep, and began to have a vivid dream.
In my dream, I was in a dark room, and I could make out shadows and shapes of large forms crowding me. These forms were cursing and blaspheming God.
I thought to myself, “I can’t stand this any longer”, and I began feeling along the wall for a door to escape. I finally felt a door handle, and I flung open the door and ran outside into the fresh air and sunshine.
As I stood there gasping for air, the Lord spoke to me. “Why are you running? Haven’t I told you to resist the devil and he will flee?”
I thought to myself, “That’s right. Why am I leaving? They are the ones that have to go!”
I walked back to the door and knocked. The door opened, and a large dark form filled the doorway.
“What do you want?” he growled. “I rebuke you in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and I cast you out!” I said.
My eyes opened wide as I awoke, and I knew this was a dream sent from God.
I nudged Glenda and said, “Wake up honey. The Lord showed me that we have to pray and rebuke the devil.” I quickly told her my dream, as we began to hold hands and pray. I said, “Let’s get up and get dressed. The blessing is on its way.”
We had no sooner gotten dressed, than there was a knock at the door. I opened the door and it was one of the ladies from the Church.
I welcomed her in and she said, “I hope you don’t mind me coming by so early. I had put together some groceries for you and was going to drop them by after work, but I felt like the Lord wanted me to bring them over right away. So I’m on my way to work but I had to come by here first.”
My wife and I were grinning from ear to ear as we helped her bring in the sacks of groceries from her car. We had told no one about our need for food. We had only told God.
After she had left, Glenda was putting up the groceries when I said, “That’s not all. We still need money for gas to go to Mineral Wells.”
As I finished speaking, there was another knock at the door: this time it was the Pastor of the Church, Bro. Sonny.
He said, “I was on my way to Ft. Worth to make some hospital visits, but the Lord told me to come over here first and give you half of what I have in my billfold. I have $14, so here’s $7.”
I thanked him, and asked the Lord to bless his visitation. We now had our gas money to go to Mineral Wells, but there would not be enough to return.
By this time, our faith was so high, that we believed if God had to, He would multiply the gas the same way that He had multiplied the loaves and the fishes!
We arrived in Mineral Wells and had a wonderful service and souls were saved.
After the service, something happened that had never happened before, nor has ever happened since.
A little elderly gentleman on his walker came up to me, reached into the top of his sock, and pulled out three crumpled $1 bills and said, “God wants me to give this to you.”
I started to say, “Oh no brother, you need to keep that.” when suddenly, God spoke so loudly in my heart that it seemed almost audible.
“How dare you shame my servant? He wants to give an offering unto me and that is all he has.”
I felt so humbled and ashamed as I accepted the offering and thanked him. Another little lady opened up her coin purse and handed me $2.
No one other than my wife and God knew that we did not have enough gasoline to drive back to Weatherford, TX. The Lord had provided us with the gas money we needed and had taught me some humbling lessons in the process.