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  • July 11, 2014 - Reflections

    By Jean S. Horner
    The other day while walking down a corridor in a public building, I saw what appeared to be someone walking toward me. On coming closer, I found it was my own reflection in a huge mirror. For a moment it frightened me. Somehow a full-length reflection of one’s self is a startling thing. ...


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August 7, 2013 - God Told Me to Pray

By Hazel W. Tibbit

Some may doubt that God really speaks to His children except through His Word. But there have been times in my life when God's voice came to me unmistakably, though it was inaudible to the human ear. It comes when we are quiet and receptive. It also comes in moments of great stress or emergency.

Sometimes He calls us to prayer — such as when we feel burdened to pray for a particular person or situation and are literally compelled to talk to God. This compulsion comes from the Holy Spirit dwelling within us. Sometimes we discover the reason; at other times we never learn why we were prompted to pray but we know there was a purpose.

One of these "calls to prayer" happened to me during the early years of marriage. It was during the Depression. Jobs were scarce, and my husband felt fortunate to be working as a gas station attendant. One day the representative of an oil company asked him if he would drive a tank truck to a town 75 miles from Denver on his day off. His eyes sparkled as he told me of the extra money this trip would bring in for us and our young son.

The day of the trip, he told me not to wait the evening meal for him because he might be late. My son and I ate and I put my husband's plate in the oven to keep it warm. I was sure he would be home soon.

When it was almost 8 o'clock and he wasn't home yet, I began to feel uneasy. I felt a strong urge to pray for him. I tried to dismiss it as a silly notion just because he was a little later than I expected him to be. I knew he was a careful driver and that he was on a main highway. However, the feeling persisted and developed to the point of real apprehension. I walked to the window and looked out into the darkness. A light in the house next door told me the neighbors were at home if I needed help.

I pressed my head against the window pane. With clasped hands and closed eyes, I prayed fervently for my husband, although I didn't know why. Soon I felt a peace and quietness in my heart.

About an hour later my husband walked in. He gave me a hug and a kiss as he always did. There was no indication that anything unusual had happened.

"Supper ready?" he asked. "I'm starved."

He sat down and I served his food. I sat opposite him and said, "Well, tell me about your trip."

"I had a close call," he said quietly.

"What happened?"

Between bites he told me. "I was driving along the highway doing the speed limit. There wasn't much traffic, and it was as black as pitch out there on those plains. All of a sudden I saw a freight train in front of me. The engine already had passed and was some distance down the tracks. There was no alarm system. There was only a crossbar between me and the train.

"The minute I saw the freight cars in front of me, I applied the brakes with all my strength. The semi came to a stop just a few inches from the moving freight cars. Believe me, I really prayed."

I asked excitedly, "What time was it when this happened?"

He gave me a quizzical look and said, "About an hour before I got home."

I was conscious of a deep feeling of love for my husband and gratitude to the Lord for having called me to prayer.

"That was at the very time I was praying for you," I told him. "God spared you."

"Praying for me?" he said, with a puzzled look. Then I told him of my feelings of apprehension for his safety and the insistent urge to pray for him.

I said, "Now I know why. I didn't know you were in danger, but God did." I was glad I had obeyed the voice of the Lord telling me to pray.

Since that time I have felt God's leading many times. One lesson I have learned is always to have a listening ear and an obedient spirit to respond to God's call to prayer.

— "God Told Me to Pray" by Hazel W. Tibbit was originally published in the October 9, 1966, Pentecostal Evangel.



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