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Well, thank the Lord! Until three-thirty or four o'clock I had the privilege of reading from
Isaiah, Deuteronomy, Genesis, Jeremiah, and the Psalms, between times of rolling out dough. They
followed me to the kitchen, then to the living room, back to the kitchen and back to the living room,
first crowding the kitchen and then the living room, as I told them about the Lord Jesus Christ. Out
of this group two were saved. Four asked for Bibles. I trust that God will nurture the seed that was
planted and that it will bring forth much fruit.
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7
"YOU'VE DRIVEN A KNIFE INTO MY HEART"
Pulling my seventeen-foot travel trailer, I was following the Ohio turnpike on my way to a
camp meeting in the Adirondack Mountains of New York where I had been asked to speak for the
week.
It was close to sundown when it dawned on me that it was Saturday. The next day would
be Sunday. I would not pull my trailer on Sunday; neither do I buy gasoline on the Lord's day. What
should I do? I knew of many churches in the area that I could visit, but I felt no particular drawing
to do so.
Just then I remembered that the Wesleyan Methodist Camp at Stoneboro was in progress. I
thought, "What a wonderful way to spend a weekend! I'll just pull my trailer over to Stoneboro,
stay over Sunday, and then on Monday I'll be on my way to the Adirondacks."
I arrived there and parked my trailer. I began to connect the electricity and get things ready
for Sunday when a woman (let us call her Mrs. Brown) came to me and said, "O thank God, you've
come!"
I said, "What do you mean -- I've come? How did you know I was coming?"
"Why, my brother-in-law wrote a few weeks ago for you to come. Didn't you get his
letter?"
"Why, no, I didn't get a letter from your brother-in-law. Why did you want me to come?"
"You wait here while I go and get him," she suggested. "He can tell you better than I can."
Before long she returned with her brother-in-law (let us call him Rev. Allen), who said
that he had written for me to come.
"Somehow I didn't get your letter," I told him.
"Then why are you here?" he asked.
"I feel the Lord led me here. I know He must have."