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Soon after this my eighteen-year-old brother became a Christian. Now we were all rejected by our father. He could not understand how we could believe in the Lord Jesus Christ and become Christians, when Christians (as he thought) hated the Jews. My father was a sheet metal worker. One day he called me to his shop. He kept a little can of sulfuric acid on his desk. As I walked in, he picked it up and said, "Irene, for the last time, will you give up your Jesus? Will you stop this foolishness? You are bringing heartache and disgrace to me." "Oh, Dad, I can't. I can't give Him up. I love Him." "Do you love this Jesus more than you love me, more than you love your little sister?" As much as I loved my precious father and my sister, I had to tell him that I loved my Saviour even more. As I said that he drew back his hand. I ran. When I was in Richmond, Virginia, a few weeks later, addressing a Baptist convention, I received a wire from my brother which said, "Praise the Lord, Dad has been saved!" I hurried back to East St. Louis, called him up, and from the tone of his voice I knew that I would never have to be afraid of my father again. I called a taxi and hastened down to see him at his place of work. He was waiting for me. He jumped into the cab, put his arms around me, loved me, and kissed me. "Oh, Irene," he exclaimed, "can you ever forgive me for what I've done to you? Can you ever forgive me for what I've said to you?" Forgive him? Why, I loved him. He was my father. "Oh, yes, Dad, I do forgive you. But how did it happen?" And then he told me. "Sunday night I was walking the streets," he said. "I was very lonely, missing your mother, when I heard the singing in a little Methodist church. I went in. The preaching had not begun, but while they were singing I went down to the front and got down on my knees." Is it not wonderful that he knew where he belonged the first time he went to church? Some people have been going to church for years and yet refuse to go to an altar of prayer. you?" My father continued. "And then, Irene, Jesus came into my heart. He has forgiven me. Will He put his arms around me and took me through those doors through which I had fled a few weeks before. I knelt with him on the acid-scarred floor and, thank God, I heard my nearly sixty-year-old father pray for the first time.
A few years ago my father, too, went to be with the Lord. I shall see him as well as my mother on that glorious, glad resurrection morning, for his faith was accounted unto him for righteousness . I feel I am rich in Christ Jesus today. I have a precious son in the ministry and a daughter married to a fine Baptist pastor in northern Illinois. How grateful I am to God that my family know the Lord Jesus as their Saviour. I thank God for the schoolteacher who so faithfully prayed for me, and witnessed to me so earnestly that one day I came into the knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ. I am wonderfully rich in Him. To think that all of this is mine, and heaven too! * * * * * * * 2 HIGH-ALTITUDE EVANGELISM God continued to open doors for me to witness to my people and others in unusual and unexpected ways. One day at the airport in Little Rock, Arkansas, while I was standing at the gate which led to the plane bound for St. Louis, the announcement came that there would be a forty-five-minute delay because of mechanical deficiency. The officials urged all of us to sit down and wait instead of crowding at the gate. Most of us just stood there, however, knowing that the plane would be loaded, and we all wanted a good window seat. Meanwhile I looked at those who were still seated and noticed a young girl sobbing softly to herself, the tears dripping down her cheeks into her lap. I left my place at the head of the waiting line, went up to her, put my arms around her, and said, "What's the matter, dear?" She would not answer. "Is it something that God can't handle?" She shook her head. I said, "O please tell me. You're weeping, and I'm so sorry. I wish I could help you. What is troubling you?" She began to cry hysterically, "I'll never see my little boy again. I signed him away today. I gave him away for adoption." I knelt in front of her. I began to talk about the Lord and to comfort her in the name of Jesus. Her tears began to flow even more profusely. Then I said, "Let's pray."
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town, and I understand both women a
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I was so happy! When this one took
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cloudless day. There will not be ev
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given His life. Immediately a mirac
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Lord. Adonai -- God, the only Lord.
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