It is so comforting to know that as a child of God I can look forward to His constant provision, both daily and in special circumstances. We are in the end of the End Times, and you must be ready to go in the rapture or face the great trials of the Tribulation. A one-world church has just been formed, Israel is ready to build the Third Temple (they even have the priest identified), and the Middle East is nearing the playing out of Ezekiel 38 and 39 as the head of Iran’s nuclear program was just killed, likely by Israel. The signs are here.

I will relate three separate occasions when the Lord sent persons to help when needed. I mentioned the “angel” last time. The first of these three happened in December of 1976 in Leningrad, Russia. I was in the Air Force, and Valo and I had taken a trip to Moscow and Leningrad (now St. Petersberg) and had ventured to go hear the Leningrad Symphony. After a delightful experience listening to Beethoven in that beautiful hall with marble columns and crystal chandeliers, we got lost on the subway trip back to our hotel.

In Russia you can’t just read the signs for information! As we pondered our dilemma at an underground station, a lady stopped and offered help. She was French, but knew some German and so did I. That was enough to get us on the right train and to our stop.

The second occasion was also in the 1970’s when we were in the Air Force in England. I was to give a talk at a medical conference in Wiesbaden, Germany and had papers indicating that my plane was to stop first at Ramstein, then proceed to Rhine-Main Air Base, next to Wiesbaden. All was well until it became clear that when the plane landed at Ramstein, it was not going any further!

You might say my “heart sank”, but a Colonel stepped over and offered help, drove me to the local train station, and bought me a ticket to Wiesbaden. On the train, I was seated next to a young lady who was on the way to see her boyfriend there, and mentioned that we had to change trains halfway there, something I didn’t know! We had two minutes to do so. When the train stopped in Wiesbaden, we were across the street from my hotel, the Von Steuben! I had to thank God right there.

The third time was on a trip with the whole family to a conference at Stonecroft in the Ozarks. We were 10 miles north of Branson when our van just quit! We had plenty of gas, and it was a mystery. We coasted to a stop at a guardrail on one of those long uphill stretches. It was 5 pm on a Saturday, and what were we going to do??

My daughter Libby and I walked to the top of the hill and found the Ozark Winery (gone now) and told a lady inside of our plight. We said, “Well, there is this guy Earl McGrath who is a mechanic”, and she phoned him. Earl had just gotten out of his work clothes and was ready for a shower, but he agreed to come and help us. Now ask yourself, what are the odds of finding help on a Saturday evening from anybody?

Earl came, towed us over the hill to a church parking lot, and diagnosed our problem. I don’t recall what the exact problem was, but we needed a new battery. Earl drove me the 10 miles to Branson, helped pick out the right battery, then drove back to install it. The van started right up, and earl insisted that we follow him to his shop which was on one of those beautiful bald knobs in the Ozarks. He hooked the van up to his electronic equipment and pronounced everything good. As I remember, he charged me about $35 for everything (!) and I paid him at least double.

So there I was, stranded three times and saved three times. I could not have planned the rescues any better. This has given me great confidence that whatever the situation I find myself in, God provides the way out.

Oh, I have to mention one other time! This did not involve a person, but a mechanical device! We were driving in our little Morris sedan down to Cornwall in England. It was late at night and we were nearly out of petrol (gas). Sometimes we bring problems on ourselves by poor planning. I was getting desperate for a gas station, but not about to find one at that hour (about 10 pm).

We passed what appeared to be a gas station, but with no lights on. I turned in to it for some reason and pulled up in the dark next to a pump. To my amazement, the pump took COINS! I had some 50p coins in my pocket and got enough gas to get us to our destination. To this day, that is the only coin-operated gas pump that I have ever seen. See what I mean?

Trust in the Lord and He will favor you just as highly, love you just as deeply, and bless you just as much as He does me. And it’s not because any of us are so special, it’s because He is!

Dr. Jones