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I did not tell her about the gas tank being almost empty. I did not tell her that we had not<br />
had lunch. I did not tell her how flat my pocketbook was. We could not refuse this kind invitation,<br />
so we sat down to eat.<br />
While we were eating the telephone rang. She answered it and I heard her say, "Well, that's<br />
too bad. I think I can help you out though. I have someone right here at my table." She turned to me<br />
and said, "Irene, the W.C.I.U. is meeting down at the Goodwill <strong>Center</strong> tonight and their speaker<br />
can't come. Would you speak for them? <strong>The</strong>n you can go home after that."<br />
"Yes," I assented, "I'll speak to them." I did not dare turn down anything. "I'll tell my<br />
husband we'll be late getting back."<br />
That night, then, I spoke to the W.C.I.U. never had before; I never have since. All I could<br />
talk about to this W.C.I.U. gathering was the Jews and their need of Christ. <strong>The</strong>y took up a little<br />
offering. It amounted to about three dollars. Praise the Lord! We bought enough gas to get home<br />
that night and we did not have to go home hungry. <strong>This</strong> is how wonderfully God does undertake.<br />
He protects us and takes care of us when we obey Him.<br />
I had the privilege of going back to West Frankfort some time later. When I had finished<br />
speaking at an afternoon women's meeting, several Jewish women were waiting for me outside.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y asked if I would come and speak at their synagogue in a nearby city. I was surprised. Speak<br />
in their synagogue? I knew a few of their members scattered throughout southern Illinois who at<br />
various times had asked me to come, but the rabbi had said that only over his dead body would I<br />
ever come. So I wondered. Speak in their synagogue?<br />
One of the women said, "Come to our store. I want you to speak to my husband. He's<br />
president of the synagogue."<br />
We went to their store. Sure enough, they wanted me to come and speak at their Friday<br />
night service -- their regular Sabbath evening service.<br />
"But," I said hesitantly, "where's your rabbi?"<br />
"O," they said, "He's gone to Florida for a few weeks." Evidently, while the cat was away<br />
the mice were going to play.<br />
I had prayed and fasted much for the services of the evening. I was scheduled to speak at<br />
another place before going to the synagogue and I announced there that I would be speaking at the<br />
synagogue later. Several carloads went along with me. In the group was a lady who could sing<br />
quite well. I asked the president of the synagogue if she could sing before I spoke.<br />
"Sure," he said, "that will be fine, but please try to be through in an hour, because our<br />
people have come after closing their businesses and have a long way to drive to get home."<br />
I was introduced, and then I introduced my singer. She sang beautifully, "I've Been<br />
Redeemed, But Not With Silver." It seemed as though her face was just radiating the glory of God.