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  1. I truly believed in the Lord of time. A few years ago I found myself waking us late for devotion and then had to hurry to get to work. I prayed about it and then I heard a voice saying to get in the shower at 6. Any time I do such I can leave on time to get to work. Jesus is so much concerned about the minor things in our lives, he majors in then for our good.

  2. This story reminds me of the following anecdote that took place several decades ago:

    We were visiting my parents who lived in the city of Riverside, California, at that time. It was a terribly hot day, and it had not rained in a very long time. My parents did not have air conditioning in their home, and we were perspiring heavily due to the unusual hot season.

    My mother, who has always been a person of a strong spiritual faith, suddenly said: It is really hot, and we need some rain. Let us sing “There shall be showers of blessings.” We did, and we sang it in Spanish, since that had become my parent’s adopted language when they emigrated to South America after leaving Ukraine back in 1937.

    I did not pay too much attention to the incident, and we returned to our home in Loma Linda in the evening. Of course, we did have air conditioning in our home, for which reason we were greatly relieved upon arriving back to our place.

    That night it rained, and the rain was so heavy that I told my wife: We need to call my mother and ask her to please ask the Lord to stop this rain, because I think that it will flood our backyard. Of course, it didn’t, but it came pretty close.

  3. This and Nic’s story reminds of James 5:16-18.
    The effective, fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much. Elijah was a man with a nature like ours, and he prayed earnestly that it would not rain; and it did not rain on the land for three years and six months. And he prayed again, and the heaven gave rain, and the earth produced its fruit.

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At a camp meeting 40 years later, I happened to see Dr. I. demonstrating some kind of health product, if I remember correctly. (In my mind, I see only the image of him, much older, but still looking much like he did when I was a student, with a friend by my side.) I lingered a little but did not introduce myself. I briefly wondered whether he recognized me. I’m fairly sure that I was as recognizable to him as he was to me.

Had he changed? Or did he still feel superior in his “humility”? Should I talk to him? I didn’t know how to approach him, and was busy with friends. I still don’t know whether I should have said something. (Maybe I’m just a coward.)

If God wants him to see my story, his and my identity are clear enough in this post, that God can direct him to it.