This was published here recently, one day at a time, but since we all need our faith to be encouraged at the point of our need, I am publishing it again in its entirety in the hope that someone will read and be blessed.
Monday's Miracle
Many years ago, when I was newly saved and attending a small Pentecostal church in my hometown, I was asked to teach a vacation BIBLE School class. I gladly agreed to do so.
One of the precious little children in my room was a from a Greek Orthodox family.
My curiosity got the best of me. I knew enough about Greed Orthodox believers to know that they would not send their children to a Pentecostal vacation BIBLE School.
The teacher I asked told me a remarkable story:
The child's grandmother was on her death bed, in the final stages of cancer that she had been battling.
The family adored their grandmother and in desperation, they hired an ambulance to drive her 30 miles from her home to a Kathryn Kuhlman service in Pittsburgh.
Miss Kuhlman had a remarkable healing ministry. Not only were people healed of every manner of affliction at her services, but it is said that those who were simply walking by the Presbyterian Church where her services were held every Thursday, were often healed, too.
The grandmother in question was among those who were healed and restored to the bosom of her family.
The family was ever thankful for the miracle that occurred in response to the Pentecostal faith richly in evidence at Kathryn Kuhlman services, so their child attended vacation BIBLE School at a local Pentecostal Church, although they never left their own Greek Orthodox Church.
Tuesday’s Miracle
People “of a certain age” will remember the draft system—the time when the Armed Forces were not a volunteer force.
Upon attaining the age of 18, every young man had to register and make himself available to be called into the military. In the early 1970s, there was a “lottery system” whereby each young man received a number upon registering. If his number was called up, he went into the military; if his number was not called up, he remained a civilian.
A friend spoke frequently of the probability of being drafted. He was a teacher, and indeed a very good one. My response to his assertions was always, “You’re too good a teacher to be called into the service. God knows how much these children need a teacher like you so He won’t let you be drafted.
One night there was a knock at my door. It was my friend. He handed me an envelope and said, “This is how God doesn’t want me in the Army.” It was a draft notice.
I responded, “I don’t care what this paper says, God doesn’t want you in the Army and you’re not going in the Army.”
The one thing I could think to do was to have the children in his class and mine write letters to the draft board giving the students’ requests that their teacher not be taken from them.
The weeks passed between his draft notice and the day he was to leave for boot camp and his departure was a little more than a weekend away. Nothing, including the children’s letters seemed to be of any avail.
I was very depressed because I had been certain that what I told him had been correct, but I was four days away from being proven terribly wrong. I’d done a perfect job of making an idiot out of myself—proving myself to be the religious kook he said I was—and making my faith sound ludicrous.
On Sunday evening, some dear friends called to tell me they were picking me up to go to church with them. I said I wasn’t in the mood to go. They informed me that they were coming anyway and if I wasn’t dressed, they’d take me in my pajamas.
I wasn’t in the mood for church or for God. I couldn’t have felt like a bigger fool.
The church was a thriving Pentecostal house of worship, appropriately called Wildwood Chapel, and the singing and worship were very lively. I stood stoically with my arms folded, without singing. My mood was heavy and I didn’t care to be lifted out of it by the music or by the Holy Spirit who seemed to be touching everybody else but me.
The music stopped when there was a message in tongues. In spite of myself, something quickened within me. When the interpretation of the message was given, I knew it was for me, for I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit upon me.
If I live to be 100 years old, I will always remember the words of that interpretation:
“There’s a daughter of Mine here tonight, and she thinks she’s made a fool of herself and cast aspersions on her faith. I want her to know that tomorrow morning she will see My glory.”
Monday morning began as usual until I pulled into my parking spot at work. He pulled in right behind me.
He said, “You’ll never guess who called me last night.”
Of course, I had no idea.
He continued,” It was Mr. Robert Ford, the head of the Selective Service System. He called to say that the draft board had reviewed the letters from the children and agreed with them that I am needed more here at school than I am needed in the army. I don’t have to report to boot camp on Tuesday.”
That day, JESUS proved HIMSELF to be GOD over every aspect of life, including the draft board.
The GOD who framed the heavens and the earth had called me HIS daughter, and my life hasn’t been the same since.
Wednesday’s Miracle
First babies are wonderful. Whole families are blessed by the news that someone precious is about to be added to the fold. Our little one was greatly anticipated but we realized we were woefully inadequate to care for our new charge.
As a teacher, I was accustomed to children in the 7 to 10-year range, and as an engineer, my husband was totally oblivious to the needs of children of any age. Give him a calculation to solve or a blueprint to tweak and he was your man. Put a baby in his arms and he was totally out of his element.
Pregnancy is a whirlwind time in the life of a couple. There is the nursery to decorate, the furniture to purchase, the baby clothes to obtain – and there are numerous books to read on how to be good parents.
There are also the routine visits to the doctor to be ready for the impending birth. One of those visits was anything but routine. The monthly urine sample indicated a problem. The doctor was very blunt in presenting it to me. He said that the tests indicated that I had a rapidly deteriorating kidney and would require immediate treatment to stay alive. He also said that the treatment would kill my baby.
My drive home from that visit was done through the oblivion of a profusion of tears. I could not see ahead of me because my weeping would not stop. When I arrived home, I called my husband and poured out my sad report to him. Through his shock, he said a word or two of comfort. We hung up – so I could continue to bawl my eyes out.
Within a few minutes, the phone rang, and it was my husband. He had collected himself and he had also taken the matter before the LORD. He said, “I went into an unused office where I could be alone, and I prayed. The LORD spoke to me and HE said that you and the baby are going to be fine.”
I wish I could say that my fear dispelled and my faith came alive at that point, but that isn’t what happened. I said, “That’s easy for you to say; it isn’t your kidney!”
I was still in shock, and fear was strangling every other emotion, every thought within me.
A treatment strategy had to be arranged so there were further visits to the physician. More tests evidenced the veracity of what the LORD had spoken to my husband. The doctor was thorough and all the results affirmed that my kidneys were functioning just as they should be.
At the appointed time, our baby was delivered.
At the age of 45, my baby now has babies of his own.
At the age of 74, my kidneys still seem to be doing the job for which they were designed.
The evidence still affirms the WORD that says, “Let GOD be true and every man a liar.”
Thursday’s Miracle
When we lived in Saudi Arabia, we got a rare phone call from home to tell us that my sister-in-law’s mother was on her death bed. We were, of course, saddened by the news. She was a young grandmother who was very active and very influential among young people.
I felt led to send a note with a prayer for her recovery. I wrote the note, and it was mailed the next day via the APO mail which was notorious for being undependable …sometimes the mail was on the next flight, sometimes it didn’t go anywhere for days or weeks, depending on the volume of transport they were dealing with.
As it happened, the day my card arrived, my sister-in-law’s mother’s condition had deteriorated to the point that her death certificate was totally filled in—except for the precise time of her demise.
The card was read to her in her dire condition.
The next thing they told me was that later in the day her doctor, William Shargel, one of the premier transplant surgeons of the day, who practiced at Presbyterian Hospital in Pittsburgh, made his rounds to her room and found her sitting up in bed in excellent condition.
He is purported to have said, “What happened to you?”
She replied, “This card arrived from family in Saudi Arabia and it says I am healed in JESUS’ name.”
A young intern was with Dr. Stargel. Both doctors looked at the card as their patient explained its unique origin. The intern “coincidentally” was from Saudi Arabia !!!!!!!
His comment was, “Well, good things come out of Saudi Arabia.”
I am praying for a repeat of that amazing miracle at the point of your need.
LORD JESUS, WE KNOW THERE IS POWER IN YOUR NAME, AND WE PLEAD YOUR NAME OVER EVERY PERSON WHO IS SUFFERING.
WE ASK YOU TO WASH THROUGH THOSE WHO ARE AFFLICTED BY DISEASE WITH HEALTH AND HEALING AND LIFE.
WE ASK YOU TO TOUCH THOSE WHO ARE OVERWRAUGHT BY EMOTIONAL TURMOIL AND GIVE THEM PEACE THAT PASSES UNDERSTANDING.
WE ASK YOU TO BLESS THOSE WHO HAVE FINANCIAL NEEDS FROM YOUR UNFATHOMABLE RESOURCES AND SUPPLY THEIR LACK FROM YOUR OWN RICHES IN GLORY.
WE ASK YOU TO BLESS THOSE WHO ARE WEAK IN FAITH AND POUR OVER THEM OF YOUR OWN FAITH THAT MOVES MOUNTAINS.
WE ASK YOU TO LAVISH YOUR OWN UNFAILING LOVE UPON THOSE WHO ARE LONELY AND DISCOURAGED SO THEY WILL BE LIFTED UP TO HEIGHTS OF THE WONDER OF YOUR BOUNDLESS LOVE.
WE ASK YOU TO COMFORT THOSE WHO HAVE LOST LOVED ONES AND HOLD THEM CLOSE TO YOUR HEART OF LOVE AS THEY AWAIT THAT GLORIOUS DAY OF SWEET, ETERNAL REUNION.
YOU HAVE SHOWN YOURSELF STRONG BEFORE IN EXTREME SITUATIONS AND WE ASK YOU TO SHOW YOURSELF STRONG AGAIN.
IN YOUR MIGHTY, MATCHLESS NAME WE PRAY, JESUS. AMEN.
Friday’s Miracle
The sister of our former pastor shared an amazing story that occurred in the life of an acquaintance. She indicated that the woman had been dealing with a profound medical condition that defied diagnosis and treatment. It was finally decided that she would undergo exploratory surgery to attempt to identify and correct her problem.
Her family gathered around her before the surgery to pray for the success of the procedure and for the doctors who would perform it.
The morning after the surgery, the surgeon came in to talk to her. He told her an incredible tale.
The doctor said that the team working on her had been unable to locate anything that appeared to be a problem, UNTIL she began to speak in tongues while under the anesthetic. The doctor, a foreign gentleman, recognized the words of his native language.
He proceeded to say that she told him where to look and what to do to correct her condition. He said she also witnessed CHRIST to him.
The woman, thankful to be feeling well after many years of affliction, was astounded by his story, and she posed a question to him, “Are you a Christian?”
His answer was, “YESTERDAY I WASN’T, BUT TODAY I AM.”
Saturday’s Miracle
A lovely and godly woman who served her church faithfully and lived honorably before the LORD was diagnosed with breast cancer.
She was willing to endure anything that her Heavenly Father ordained for her life, but she was also aware of His promises in the Bible regarding healing and she knew that the Word affirmed that “JESUS is the same yesterday, today, and forever.” Because she believed her GOD was still the GOD of miracles, she began to pray for healing.
Although her surgery was scheduled, she continued to pour through the Bible and to claim the healing verses that are plentiful there. The more she prayed, the more she believed that the LORD wanted to heal her.
The surgeon who was to perform the operation happened to be her neighbor. As she was being taken into the operating room, she said to him, “I believe that GOD has spoken to me and told me that I am healed. Please check one more time before you do this surgery to see if I am indeed healed.”
The doctor agreed, and he did what he said he’d do. When she came out of the anesthetic, she discovered that the surgery hadn’t been necessary.
She was discharged from the hospital, rejoicing not only in her deliverance from a terrible disease but because the CHRIST whom she had trusted to heal her, the JESUS who had spoken healing to her, had been faithful.
Sunday’s Miracle
Wally was a gifted young preacher who felt the LORD call him to leave his native land and go to Saudi Arabia where many young men from the Philippines had gone to make enough money to sustain the members of their families who were living in poverty, and for a brighter future to see their dreams come true.
When Wally arrived, he had much opportunity to share his faith with other expatriates from not only his native land but from other nations as well. He not only preached among the expatriate community, but he also conducted Bible studies and prayer meetings in the evenings at various compounds that housed those lonely men who were far away from home and far from the religion in which they had been raised.
His devotion to the Truth of the LORD and his commitment to serve the needs of people kept him busy all the time. His busyness did not keep him from reaching out to the citizens of this Islamic country. Together with his wife, they had several private meetings with Saudi officials where the Gospel was shared and the reception and responses they got inspired them to press on and pray with persistence for their salvation.
These encounters came to the knowledge of some religious fanatics that eventually led to Wally’s troubles with the authorities. He was arrested and charged with the “crime” of conducting Church services and preaching about JESUS. Wally was tried and convicted and sentenced to death.
In a twist of cruel irony, he was to be executed on Christmas Day. The news of the dire situation in which this beloved pastor found himself spread rapidly among the expatriate community. Most felt powerless to help—people from small, poor countries like the Philippines are without a voice in the convoluted legal system of a nation like Saudi Arabia. But Pastor Wally had friends among the Americans who would not stand idly by while this evil was perpetrated against him.
Petitions were drawn up and signed and sent to influential Americans to enlist their aid in securing Wally’s freedom. Among those who were used by the LORD to secure Pastor Wally's release were the pastor of the church in Arkansas attended by then-president Bill Clinton, as well as General Norman Schwarzkopf who had been instrumental in holding back the onslaught of Sadam Hussein against other Arab countries. The aid of these and other influential people was instrumental in securing Pastor Wally’s release.
This good and godly man has used the years since obtaining his freedom to minister the Gospel of JESUS to people around the world. He counts as his greatest achievement for the LORD the ability to reach those who are of the religious persuasion that sought his execution.
Monday's Miracle
Many years ago, when I was newly saved and attending a small Pentecostal church in my hometown, I was asked to teach a vacation BIBLE School class. I gladly agreed to do so.
One of the precious little children in my room was a from a Greek Orthodox family.
My curiosity got the best of me. I knew enough about Greed Orthodox believers to know that they would not send their children to a Pentecostal vacation BIBLE School.
The teacher I asked told me a remarkable story:
The child's grandmother was on her death bed, in the final stages of cancer that she had been battling.
The family adored their grandmother and in desperation, they hired an ambulance to drive her 30 miles from her home to a Kathryn Kuhlman service in Pittsburgh.
Miss Kuhlman had a remarkable healing ministry. Not only were people healed of every manner of affliction at her services, but it is said that those who were simply walking by the Presbyterian Church where her services were held every Thursday, were often healed, too.
The grandmother in question was among those who were healed and restored to the bosom of her family.
The family was ever thankful for the miracle that occurred in response to the Pentecostal faith richly in evidence at Kathryn Kuhlman services, so their child attended vacation BIBLE School at a local Pentecostal Church, although they never left their own Greek Orthodox Church.
Tuesday’s Miracle
People “of a certain age” will remember the draft system—the time when the Armed Forces were not a volunteer force.
Upon attaining the age of 18, every young man had to register and make himself available to be called into the military. In the early 1970s, there was a “lottery system” whereby each young man received a number upon registering. If his number was called up, he went into the military; if his number was not called up, he remained a civilian.
A friend spoke frequently of the probability of being drafted. He was a teacher, and indeed a very good one. My response to his assertions was always, “You’re too good a teacher to be called into the service. God knows how much these children need a teacher like you so He won’t let you be drafted.
One night there was a knock at my door. It was my friend. He handed me an envelope and said, “This is how God doesn’t want me in the Army.” It was a draft notice.
I responded, “I don’t care what this paper says, God doesn’t want you in the Army and you’re not going in the Army.”
The one thing I could think to do was to have the children in his class and mine write letters to the draft board giving the students’ requests that their teacher not be taken from them.
The weeks passed between his draft notice and the day he was to leave for boot camp and his departure was a little more than a weekend away. Nothing, including the children’s letters seemed to be of any avail.
I was very depressed because I had been certain that what I told him had been correct, but I was four days away from being proven terribly wrong. I’d done a perfect job of making an idiot out of myself—proving myself to be the religious kook he said I was—and making my faith sound ludicrous.
On Sunday evening, some dear friends called to tell me they were picking me up to go to church with them. I said I wasn’t in the mood to go. They informed me that they were coming anyway and if I wasn’t dressed, they’d take me in my pajamas.
I wasn’t in the mood for church or for God. I couldn’t have felt like a bigger fool.
The church was a thriving Pentecostal house of worship, appropriately called Wildwood Chapel, and the singing and worship were very lively. I stood stoically with my arms folded, without singing. My mood was heavy and I didn’t care to be lifted out of it by the music or by the Holy Spirit who seemed to be touching everybody else but me.
The music stopped when there was a message in tongues. In spite of myself, something quickened within me. When the interpretation of the message was given, I knew it was for me, for I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit upon me.
If I live to be 100 years old, I will always remember the words of that interpretation:
“There’s a daughter of Mine here tonight, and she thinks she’s made a fool of herself and cast aspersions on her faith. I want her to know that tomorrow morning she will see My glory.”
Monday morning began as usual until I pulled into my parking spot at work. He pulled in right behind me.
He said, “You’ll never guess who called me last night.”
Of course, I had no idea.
He continued,” It was Mr. Robert Ford, the head of the Selective Service System. He called to say that the draft board had reviewed the letters from the children and agreed with them that I am needed more here at school than I am needed in the army. I don’t have to report to boot camp on Tuesday.”
That day, JESUS proved HIMSELF to be GOD over every aspect of life, including the draft board.
The GOD who framed the heavens and the earth had called me HIS daughter, and my life hasn’t been the same since.
Wednesday’s Miracle
First babies are wonderful. Whole families are blessed by the news that someone precious is about to be added to the fold. Our little one was greatly anticipated but we realized we were woefully inadequate to care for our new charge.
As a teacher, I was accustomed to children in the 7 to 10-year range, and as an engineer, my husband was totally oblivious to the needs of children of any age. Give him a calculation to solve or a blueprint to tweak and he was your man. Put a baby in his arms and he was totally out of his element.
Pregnancy is a whirlwind time in the life of a couple. There is the nursery to decorate, the furniture to purchase, the baby clothes to obtain – and there are numerous books to read on how to be good parents.
There are also the routine visits to the doctor to be ready for the impending birth. One of those visits was anything but routine. The monthly urine sample indicated a problem. The doctor was very blunt in presenting it to me. He said that the tests indicated that I had a rapidly deteriorating kidney and would require immediate treatment to stay alive. He also said that the treatment would kill my baby.
My drive home from that visit was done through the oblivion of a profusion of tears. I could not see ahead of me because my weeping would not stop. When I arrived home, I called my husband and poured out my sad report to him. Through his shock, he said a word or two of comfort. We hung up – so I could continue to bawl my eyes out.
Within a few minutes, the phone rang, and it was my husband. He had collected himself and he had also taken the matter before the LORD. He said, “I went into an unused office where I could be alone, and I prayed. The LORD spoke to me and HE said that you and the baby are going to be fine.”
I wish I could say that my fear dispelled and my faith came alive at that point, but that isn’t what happened. I said, “That’s easy for you to say; it isn’t your kidney!”
I was still in shock, and fear was strangling every other emotion, every thought within me.
A treatment strategy had to be arranged so there were further visits to the physician. More tests evidenced the veracity of what the LORD had spoken to my husband. The doctor was thorough and all the results affirmed that my kidneys were functioning just as they should be.
At the appointed time, our baby was delivered.
At the age of 45, my baby now has babies of his own.
At the age of 74, my kidneys still seem to be doing the job for which they were designed.
The evidence still affirms the WORD that says, “Let GOD be true and every man a liar.”
Thursday’s Miracle
When we lived in Saudi Arabia, we got a rare phone call from home to tell us that my sister-in-law’s mother was on her death bed. We were, of course, saddened by the news. She was a young grandmother who was very active and very influential among young people.
I felt led to send a note with a prayer for her recovery. I wrote the note, and it was mailed the next day via the APO mail which was notorious for being undependable …sometimes the mail was on the next flight, sometimes it didn’t go anywhere for days or weeks, depending on the volume of transport they were dealing with.
As it happened, the day my card arrived, my sister-in-law’s mother’s condition had deteriorated to the point that her death certificate was totally filled in—except for the precise time of her demise.
The card was read to her in her dire condition.
The next thing they told me was that later in the day her doctor, William Shargel, one of the premier transplant surgeons of the day, who practiced at Presbyterian Hospital in Pittsburgh, made his rounds to her room and found her sitting up in bed in excellent condition.
He is purported to have said, “What happened to you?”
She replied, “This card arrived from family in Saudi Arabia and it says I am healed in JESUS’ name.”
A young intern was with Dr. Stargel. Both doctors looked at the card as their patient explained its unique origin. The intern “coincidentally” was from Saudi Arabia !!!!!!!
His comment was, “Well, good things come out of Saudi Arabia.”
I am praying for a repeat of that amazing miracle at the point of your need.
LORD JESUS, WE KNOW THERE IS POWER IN YOUR NAME, AND WE PLEAD YOUR NAME OVER EVERY PERSON WHO IS SUFFERING.
WE ASK YOU TO WASH THROUGH THOSE WHO ARE AFFLICTED BY DISEASE WITH HEALTH AND HEALING AND LIFE.
WE ASK YOU TO TOUCH THOSE WHO ARE OVERWRAUGHT BY EMOTIONAL TURMOIL AND GIVE THEM PEACE THAT PASSES UNDERSTANDING.
WE ASK YOU TO BLESS THOSE WHO HAVE FINANCIAL NEEDS FROM YOUR UNFATHOMABLE RESOURCES AND SUPPLY THEIR LACK FROM YOUR OWN RICHES IN GLORY.
WE ASK YOU TO BLESS THOSE WHO ARE WEAK IN FAITH AND POUR OVER THEM OF YOUR OWN FAITH THAT MOVES MOUNTAINS.
WE ASK YOU TO LAVISH YOUR OWN UNFAILING LOVE UPON THOSE WHO ARE LONELY AND DISCOURAGED SO THEY WILL BE LIFTED UP TO HEIGHTS OF THE WONDER OF YOUR BOUNDLESS LOVE.
WE ASK YOU TO COMFORT THOSE WHO HAVE LOST LOVED ONES AND HOLD THEM CLOSE TO YOUR HEART OF LOVE AS THEY AWAIT THAT GLORIOUS DAY OF SWEET, ETERNAL REUNION.
YOU HAVE SHOWN YOURSELF STRONG BEFORE IN EXTREME SITUATIONS AND WE ASK YOU TO SHOW YOURSELF STRONG AGAIN.
IN YOUR MIGHTY, MATCHLESS NAME WE PRAY, JESUS. AMEN.
Friday’s Miracle
The sister of our former pastor shared an amazing story that occurred in the life of an acquaintance. She indicated that the woman had been dealing with a profound medical condition that defied diagnosis and treatment. It was finally decided that she would undergo exploratory surgery to attempt to identify and correct her problem.
Her family gathered around her before the surgery to pray for the success of the procedure and for the doctors who would perform it.
The morning after the surgery, the surgeon came in to talk to her. He told her an incredible tale.
The doctor said that the team working on her had been unable to locate anything that appeared to be a problem, UNTIL she began to speak in tongues while under the anesthetic. The doctor, a foreign gentleman, recognized the words of his native language.
He proceeded to say that she told him where to look and what to do to correct her condition. He said she also witnessed CHRIST to him.
The woman, thankful to be feeling well after many years of affliction, was astounded by his story, and she posed a question to him, “Are you a Christian?”
His answer was, “YESTERDAY I WASN’T, BUT TODAY I AM.”
Saturday’s Miracle
A lovely and godly woman who served her church faithfully and lived honorably before the LORD was diagnosed with breast cancer.
She was willing to endure anything that her Heavenly Father ordained for her life, but she was also aware of His promises in the Bible regarding healing and she knew that the Word affirmed that “JESUS is the same yesterday, today, and forever.” Because she believed her GOD was still the GOD of miracles, she began to pray for healing.
Although her surgery was scheduled, she continued to pour through the Bible and to claim the healing verses that are plentiful there. The more she prayed, the more she believed that the LORD wanted to heal her.
The surgeon who was to perform the operation happened to be her neighbor. As she was being taken into the operating room, she said to him, “I believe that GOD has spoken to me and told me that I am healed. Please check one more time before you do this surgery to see if I am indeed healed.”
The doctor agreed, and he did what he said he’d do. When she came out of the anesthetic, she discovered that the surgery hadn’t been necessary.
She was discharged from the hospital, rejoicing not only in her deliverance from a terrible disease but because the CHRIST whom she had trusted to heal her, the JESUS who had spoken healing to her, had been faithful.
Sunday’s Miracle
Wally was a gifted young preacher who felt the LORD call him to leave his native land and go to Saudi Arabia where many young men from the Philippines had gone to make enough money to sustain the members of their families who were living in poverty, and for a brighter future to see their dreams come true.
When Wally arrived, he had much opportunity to share his faith with other expatriates from not only his native land but from other nations as well. He not only preached among the expatriate community, but he also conducted Bible studies and prayer meetings in the evenings at various compounds that housed those lonely men who were far away from home and far from the religion in which they had been raised.
His devotion to the Truth of the LORD and his commitment to serve the needs of people kept him busy all the time. His busyness did not keep him from reaching out to the citizens of this Islamic country. Together with his wife, they had several private meetings with Saudi officials where the Gospel was shared and the reception and responses they got inspired them to press on and pray with persistence for their salvation.
These encounters came to the knowledge of some religious fanatics that eventually led to Wally’s troubles with the authorities. He was arrested and charged with the “crime” of conducting Church services and preaching about JESUS. Wally was tried and convicted and sentenced to death.
In a twist of cruel irony, he was to be executed on Christmas Day. The news of the dire situation in which this beloved pastor found himself spread rapidly among the expatriate community. Most felt powerless to help—people from small, poor countries like the Philippines are without a voice in the convoluted legal system of a nation like Saudi Arabia. But Pastor Wally had friends among the Americans who would not stand idly by while this evil was perpetrated against him.
Petitions were drawn up and signed and sent to influential Americans to enlist their aid in securing Wally’s freedom. Among those who were used by the LORD to secure Pastor Wally's release were the pastor of the church in Arkansas attended by then-president Bill Clinton, as well as General Norman Schwarzkopf who had been instrumental in holding back the onslaught of Sadam Hussein against other Arab countries. The aid of these and other influential people was instrumental in securing Pastor Wally’s release.
This good and godly man has used the years since obtaining his freedom to minister the Gospel of JESUS to people around the world. He counts as his greatest achievement for the LORD the ability to reach those who are of the religious persuasion that sought his execution.
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