Recently I was at home worshipping God when suddenly at 2:00 pm He said, “Be at the Endeavor Hills post office at 4:30 p.m. There will be a man in a green jacket at the front. Don’t be late!” I frantically rushed up there and arrived around 4:32 p.m. to find a man in green standing alone, right where God said he would be. God told me to say to him, “You’re only alive because of me,” which was a pretty strong word.
As I walked up to him, I realized I already knew him. About seven weeks earlier, my brother and I had prayed for this man when he was whacked up on speed. I walked up to him and asked if he remembered me. He didn’t, but he had obviously been out of it and now couldn’t recall anything.
I went ahead and told the guy the exact sentence God told me to say, and he began to tremble on the spot, freaking out and running inside where he told all his drinking friends, “This guy was sent by God to tell me God saved my life, and he is the third person in two weeks!” I was shocked to say the least, but the next bit got me even more. It turned out that seven weeks ago when Sam and I had met him, the veins in his arms had collapsed and turned black. Yet after we prayed, he woke up the next day with completely new veins. It made him so afraid that he never shot up speed again.
So here I was again with God, reaching out to this guy who was exactly where He had said he would be, dressed as He had said, and so ready to receive the words of God, it was like feeding milk to a baby.
God shows me more and more that my hunger for the lost doesn’t even compare to the great lengths He goes to in saving a human soul. All He’s asking for is that His own children would be willing to risk responding to His simple prompts to meet others. God bless you all. Watch out, He will!
