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He said, "Lady, where are you going to stay tonight? Do you have reservations?"
Again I said, "I don't know."
"Lady," he offered, "I know many hostels. I know some places where you could stay. Get in
my taxi. I will find a room for you. Will you come?"
All I could say was, "I don't know."
All of a sudden I heard someone say, "Irene! Irene! Thank God, you've come!"
I turned around to see a dear friend from Jerusalem. She said, "Irene, I knew you were
coming, but you didn't tell me what day. I've been here for days, meeting every plane. I just now
said to myself, 'If she's not on this one, I'm going back to Jerusalem."
Praise the Lord that she waited for this one more plane!
She said to the taxi man in Hebrew, "Never mind. She's going with me to Jerusalem."
It was not long until she had me in her little Volkswagen. We were just a few miles from
the airport when we saw a group of young Israeli soldiers hitchhiking. In Israel, everyone
hitchhikes, even soldiers. And everybody picks up hitchhikers. They would not think of doing
otherwise. Furthermore, one never needs to be afraid of picking up hitchhikers in Israel, especially
soldiers. She could cram only two in her car, but when those two got in, I began to witness to them.
They spoke only Hebrew -- a language I do not speak. But my driver friend spoke it well and she
interpreted for me as well as witnessing to them herself. The Lord was blessing my trip already.
As I visited Jerusalem, I prayed, "O Lord, could it be possible that I might find Saul?
Could it be possible that amongst all these millions of people in Israel that I should find this young
man?"
I had heard that he worked in a souvenir shop on Mt. Zion. So I went up on Mt. Zion one
morning about nine and sat down on a low ledge in front of the upper room. I waited and watched
as people went by. I knew that I would not know him if I saw him, but I prayed that he might know
me. Eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, one o'clock went by. Still, no one recognized me.
It was about two when several young men passed. They went about ten feet when one of
them turned around, looked at me, raised his finger, and said, "Is that you?"
I stood up and said, "What do you mean -- 'is that me?'"
Then he pointed to himself and said, "Me, me, I am Saul."
Then I pointed to myself and said, "Yes, yes, it's me, it's me."