The trip to Germany with the boys, and without Richard was a long one. First the boys and I took the train from Ohio to New York and then a taxi to JFK. We were to fly out of JFK airport to Frankfort, Germany, where Richard would meet us. We had lots of luggage, and we were already tired as we got in the very long line for luggage handling. We had moved maybe five feet forward when a woman walked up to me. She said, “You are a prophet of God, aren’t you?” I was taken back, partly because this was so unexpected and partly because I had not yet thought of myself as a prophet, but I answered, “Yes.” She said, “I was sent to tell you that, God will be raising you up in the ministries of deliverance and healing, and that you will have a ministry like Katherine Kuhlman’s. You are not to be afraid, because He will be with you.” She said that she was a Pentecostal minister and that she had not been afraid to deliver the message to me because God had told her that I would receive it. I thanked her and she walked away and disappeared into the crowd.
While we were in Oklahoma, Richard had become a Warrant Officer. We were authorized government housing for officers, but we were on a waiting list. So Richard had found us an apartment to rent that was really half of a German’s house. They were wonderful people, but the house was a bit far from the military complex. The very first day that I was “in country,” I rode in to work with Richard. He handed me the keys to the van and I had to find my way from there. As he disappeared from sight, I prayed. I prayed over my driving and over the van. The van started right up. That was a victory. Those nasty butterflies were in my stomach. I drove the way that I had come, or so I thought. Woops, I found a dead end. I had to turn the van around in a very small space. I put into practice everything I had learned. By the end of the day, the van and I were friends. The freedom that driving gave me was almost as exhilarating as seeing someone healed. The next day I went to the chapel. I had to get the schedule for the services and the PWOC meetings.
The PWOC was small. Only five women were attending and each of them was a board member. In fact there were positions open on the board, and I was invited to fill one. We had nowhere to go but up! I was soon the PWOC program chairman. The next year I would be the president. We went from five members to fifty members in two years. I attribute that to a lot of prayer.
We only had to wait a short time before we got military housing. During the process of moving in, I had to park my big red van in a parking space next to a large blue van of the same make. As I pulled in, I gently hit the blue van. I stopped in panic. I was afraid to back out, for fear I would make the problem worse. I needed help. I went into the building and asked who owned the blue van. It was the chaplain’s. He was across the parking lot at a Charismatic Prayer and Praise. I got directions and went to find him. This is how I met Chaplain Norris and his wife Pat. I told him my problem and he came and backed my van out for me. And then I knew where to find the Charismatic chaplain. He lived in the building next to mine. He and Pat had three boys, but they were also raising his four nieces. Their mother had died and his brother was in the Navy on a ship. One of Chaplain Norris’s sons was Paul’s age and became Paul’s good friend. I would become the Girl Scout leader for two of the nieces. Talk about relationship. We practically lived together.
The chapel was within walking distance of our apartment building. It was good thing, because when I wasn’t at home, you could probably find me at the chapel. Our small Charismatic community had a Tuesday night Prayer and Praise and eventually we added a Wednesday night Bible study. Those met in people’s homes not at the chapel. After a few months of attending services, I went to Chaplain Norris and told him that I wanted him to be my spiritual advisor. We discussed what that meant to me. I wanted to be in submission to him in a way that gave him the freedom to correct me, even if I would cry, knowing that I would not just run away. I wanted this so that I could continue to grow as a prophet, knowing that he would correct me at any time if I were not correct. I didn’t want him to hold back because he didn’t want to hurt my feelings. This one step opened the door for me to grow spiritually in ways that I could not before. It turned out to be beneficial in other ways, too. I would receive a lot of criticism that Chaplain Norris took on his shoulders. He would teach me to “consider the source.”
As a PWOC board member, I was partially responsible for the spiritual development of all of the women in the community. I took that role seriously. The senior chaplain, Chaplain Goforth, was very much against the Charismatic movement. We kept butting heads about the kinds of programs that PWOC could have. I prayed for him and tried my best to get him to accept at least the idea that maybe God could move in this way. It wasn’t happening. Finally one day, in desperation, I told Chaplain Norris that I was going home and pray until Chaplain Goforth changed his position, or God removed him. When I got home I did some serious praying. I really wanted Chaplain Goforth to open his heart to more of God. I begged God for that. But I prayed too that if there were no way that God could soften Chaplain Goforth that he would move him out of the way, so that we could have programs in the chapel that would spread God’s word to the people. Two days later I went to the chapel and Chaplain Goforth was not there. I asked where he was and was informed that he had had a heart attack and was MEDVAC-ed to the states. Chaplain Norris was now the senior chaplain. Prayer changes things, sometimes not in the way you expect. I will say it is never a good idea to stand in God’s way.
Under Chaplain Norris’s supervision, and in relationship with an ever-growing Charismatic community, I was growing as a prophet, a counselor, and Bible teacher. I still spent many hours in prayer. As was prophesied, God also used me in the area of deliverance. Sometimes the need for this ministry came out in counseling a member of PWOC. Sometimes Chaplain Norris and I ministered together. One particular case I remember well. There was a young service member who had joined our group through the “coffee house ministry.” I don’t know how he got in the Army even during the draft. He seemed to be retarded. We all loved him like a little brother. He was an epileptic. Chaplain Norris approached me with the idea of us doing a deliverance to “heal” him. We agreed to each fast and pray for a couple of weeks first. Neither of us had ever attempted to come against this type of spirit before, and we were not sure how strong it was. The evening that we did the deliverance there were many others of faith there with us. It was over with in only a few words. He was free. He was healed. What made it remarkable is that he no longer talked as one who is retarded. We weren’t expecting that. We didn’t even know that we should pray for it. It was a side effect of the deliverance.
One day I had to make a trip to the PX (Post Exchange – department store) in Stuttgart, Germany. I knew only one way to drive there. On the way down (about an hour drive) I had been praying and listening to God. As we approached the exit from the autobahn that I always used, God said, “I don’t want you to get off at this exit.”
I argued with Him, “But this is the way I know to go. I don’t know any other ways.”
“I do.” He said. “I will show you another way.”
I continued to argue with Him and He continued to be firm.
When we got to the exit, I could not get into the correct lane to exit because a very large truck and a lot of construction cones blocked my way.
“You did that on purpose.” I said to God.
“WITH a purpose,” God said. ” You tell people that you trust me to guide your life, but you don’t trust me to know the way to the PX?”
“I believe that YOU know the way, I just don’t believe that I can hear well enough to not get lost.”
“Then trust that I can speak loud enough to make you hear. If you are going to speak my words to people then you must know that you hear. Get off at the next exit.”
God led me through Stuttgart, left turn, right turn, straight ahead all the way to the PX.
I learned that day, that God can make me hear and to trust Him, not myself or even others confirmation. I still like to have things confirmed. But the message He gives to me may not be the one that others will hear. And where He sends me, He may not send others. It is His responsibility to make me hear. It is mine to obey.
Not long after that He told me to start watching my words. “There is power in your words,” he told me. God spoke the world into existence. The more His spirit flows through us; the more power there is behind our words. Everyone has the power of life and death in their tongue. The spoken word is not something we should take lightly.
Now that I was the PWOC president, and I drove a big van, I was in a position to enable younger women to go on retreat. I took full advantage of it. One February morning with a van full of strong believing women I headed out for Bertchesgarten. We were undaunted by the snow or the cold weather. We chatted merrily, prayed sincerely and praised loudly as we drove the first two hours to our lunch stop. The snow was coming down a bit heavier when we stopped for lunch. After lunch, when we returned to the van, it was firmly stuck. The temperature had dropped and the snow had mounted. I tried every trick I knew to get unstuck to no avail. Finally the ladies decided to push. With their help I was able to get the van out of the snow. But as we were celebrating our success, Debby, a very young private’s wife began to cry. I had arranged a scholarship for her to come on the retreat. It was her first retreat, and I wanted everything to go smoothly for her.
Instead of wearing jeans for the van ride down, she had worn a winter white wool pants suit. When the van finally broke free of its icy bondage, it had sent slush flying and a lot of it landed all over Debby’s pants suit. We all gathered around her to try to assure her that it would be all right. “There is a dry cleaning service at the hotel,” Carol told her. “I’ll pay to get it cleaned,” I said.
“You don’t understand,” Debbie cried. “It’s my only pants suit. I won’t have anything else to wear while it is getting dry cleaned.”
“Yes, you will,” I told her. “There is a nice little boutique in the hotel. I’ll just get you something else to wear. Don’t cry, Debbie, I promise It will be all right. We will take care of it.” She was comforted, so we climbed back into the van and headed into the Alps.
I had driven to Bertchesgarten many times. There are two ways into the Alps to get there. One is the older scenic road and the other is the newer less treacherous one. Some how that afternoon I missed the turnoff for the new road. Before I realized it, I was driving up a steep mountain with switchbacks, and no guardrails. I was familiar with both ways in, so at first I was only a little worried. The road seemed well salted. We were nearly through the worst part when the salt ran out and the road was suddenly a sheet of ice. I lost control of the van. It slid toward the edge of the mountain, but the large snow pile that the snowplow had pushed off the edge of the road caught and held us. We all praised the Lord that we were still alive, but what should we do now? The van was stuck in this huge pile of snow and the front was nearly over the edge of the mountain. I tried hard to back out, but we were caught fast. I was afraid to rock the van much for fear of going through the snow pile and over the edge. I was also afraid if I did back out and tried to stop on the icy road I would lose control again. If I managed to stop and tried to put the van into drive again, could I keep control? There had been no cars in front or behind us for a long time. Cell phones had not been invented. We were alone on the side of a mountain in the freezing cold, worsening weather, and it was now dark. I was scared and not just for myself. The responsibility of the five other lives with me lay heavy on my heart. Their lives were in my hands.
I turned to the women and said, “We need to pray.” So we prayed that our Daddy God would come to us and take us on a sled ride. We asked Him to attach His rope to our sled, to pull us out of this pile of snow and to pull us safely up and over the mountain.
Six women held their breath as I put the van into reverse. The van backed right out of the snow. I put on the brakes. The van stopped. I put it into drive and we safely went up and over the mountain. Six people were shouting, “Thank-you, Daddy. Thank-you, Daddy. This is great. You are a good Daddy. This is fun.” As we came down the other side, Carol Roberts started leading us all in praise songs. We sang the rest of the way to the hotel. I thought I could feel the presence of angels. When we arrived at the hotel’s parking lot I asked the ladies, “Did you feel the presence of angels?”
“Feel them?” Carol exclaimed, “I saw them.”
“Yes, Yes,” everyone else was shouting, “ I saw them too. They were singing with us.” Everyone was so excited that they were talking over each other. “Didn’t you see them, Rebecca?” No, I was the only one of the group who didn’t see them. Maybe it was because I had to keep my eyes on the road!
We went in to the hotel lobby to register. Then Carol began to shout, “Debby, Debby, look at your pantsuit. It’s perfectly clean.” And so it was. Not one spot or blemish remained. Our Daddy God had made her garment spotless.
That night I learned in a very real way that the God who loves us so much is in the Dry Cleaning Business.
It was on another retreat that another memory maker happened. A number of us had been witnessing to a woman who had deep spiritual and emotional problems. She was nearing the point of making a decision to accept Christ as her personal savior. I knew, as did some of the other women in our group, that she needed deliverance. However timing is everything, so I was carefully awaiting the leading of the Lord. Some of the other ladies brought her to the retreat. At this retreat I had gone ahead a few days early, as I sometimes did, so that I could pray for the retreat. I had carefully warned the ladies under my authority not to start a deliverance without me. The Lord had already warned me.
I was alone in my room praying, when there came a loud urgent knocking at the door. It was Nadine, the youngest of our group. She had had a terribly abusive childhood and had only recently accepted Christ as her Savior. I had spent many days with her praying over her past. She was like new penny, all shiny and bright with God’s love. But this night, she was full of fear. “They didn’t listen,” she cried out. “They thought that they were just as strong as you. They thought that they could do it. And they are in trouble.”
I didn’t need more. I knew that they had attempted the deliverance without me. “Where are they?” I said, “Show me, Run!” And we ran through the halls. We came to the room and Nadine opened the door. What I saw surprised even me. The woman was growling like an animal and clawing at the air. Four women were trying to hold her still, but she was fighting them off. She had the strength of a bear. The power of God was all over me. I moved and spoke as though I were one with Him. I lifted my hand and pointed at her. I said, “You want to fight? Fight the power of God.” She fell back, slain in the Spirit. The women lowered her to the ground. She lay there quietly.
“Now,” I said, looking at the women, “What happened?” They repeated what Nadine had told me. When they had come against the spirit in the woman, it would not come out. It argued with them. The spirit of rebellion was the “strong one” in her and they had rebelled against my authority. The spirit convinced them that they had no power over it, because it had power over them. So I led them in a prayer of confession and forgiveness. The woman was still lying there, slain in the spirit. I let Nadine do the deliverance. It was a teachable moment. We had no more problems from that spirit. Everyone learned a lesson. The woman accepted Christ as her Savior, was filled with the Holy Spirit, and we all had a great week. What made it so memorable to me was the way I was suddenly one with the Lord. I didn’t pray first, or think about it. I just knew that I knew what to say and what would happen. I had no doubt. I wish I could live in that place of knowing. It was just a gift, a spiritual gift for the moment.
As time went on events kept happening that caused me to be perplexed. People kept coming to me and telling me how much like Katherine Kuhlman I was. Two of these people had known her. People described her as evangelist, preacher, prophet, teacher, and healer. Well, all the rest I could handle, but not healer. It is an area where I felt I had almost no faith. I believe God can do it, but I don’t believe that He will do it here and now when I want Him to. I don’t believe that we use God, but that he uses us to achieve His purposes. I didn’t feel that I knew enough about the when and how of healing. I tried to handle this by ignoring it, but how could I when people kept walking up to me to tell me this. I had an unbelieving husband and two little children. I certainly could not go running off to some “great ministry.” I was busy enough interceding for and teaching those in my own back yard. I taught Sunday school, was the President of the Women’s group, started the chapel library, was a Girl Scout leader, taught Bible Study and did other volunteer work. I did take the time to read a book about Katherine Kuhlman. I didn’t see the resemblance. She had practically grown up in ministry.
Then one day, Judy, the co-leader of our Girl Scout troop, came over for her usual morning cup of tea. Judy is a Catholic and was not a Charismatic. She prayed a lot, but she was shy, quiet and not given to “hearing voices.” She didn’t know what to make of my saying that I heard God. She was a great friend though and I could trust her with any confidence. She was full of sound judgment.
This day she sits down to my table, sips her cup of tea and says, “ Jesus talked to me this morning.” She had my attention! “ I was lying in bed praying and suddenly he was sitting there on my bed.”
“You saw Him?” I asked astonished.
“Yes,” she said. This was too much for me!
“What did He say?”
“He said a lot of things. He assured me that you were right about what you were saying about the Holy Spirit and a personal relationship with Jesus. He told me not to fear; that the work He does in you is different from the one in me. He said that I too would receive the Holy Spirit, but that He will prepare my heart so I will not fear. I felt such a great peace. And then he gave me a message for you. “
“For me? What was it? “
“He gave me a vision and said, ‘Tell her what you see’”
“What did you see?”
“You standing on a stage in front of thousands of people. You had your arms up praising God and people were being healed and saved.”
“Like Katherine Kuhlman,” I said.
“Who?” she asked. Then I told her of the prophecies and my conflict.
A few weeks later she had a similar experience, only this time God said to tell me He would bring it to pass in His time. Why did I have my fingers in my ears about this? Deliverance is a more unacceptable ministry, yet I do not lack faith or action there. Why was healing so hard to accept? I am not afraid of the stage, or the “thousands,” or being a spectacle. Well, not now. Perhaps I was then.
Later in the year Derek Prince was going to be the keynote speaker at an interdenominational retreat at Bertchesgarden, Germany. It was a weeklong retreat in the Alps. I had been listening to some of his tapes and reading his books. Even Richard was fascinated by this guy. He wanted to see Prince for himself. He decided our family would go to the retreat. He would take his golf clubs and get in some golf. I could attend meetings and baby-sitting would be provided.
I saw an opportunity to lay a fleece before the Lord. I knew Derek would hold a healing service. So I prayed. “Lord, if all this about Katherine Kuhlman’s ministry is true, if you really want me to be a healer for “thousands,” grant me this sign. I realize that you will bring it about in your timing, perhaps when I am old, but after all these witnesses I need peace in this matter. If this is really going to come to pass, when Derek holds the healing service, let some one in authority point to me and say, “You pray for her.” The person must be in authority, must not know me or of these previous prophesies. It does not have to be Derek and the woman does not have to be healed. I just need to hear those words. If all that these people are saying is from the flesh or from Satan, don’t let anyone say those words to me.”
I envisioned myself sitting in say the third row and someone near me can’t be reached so someone points to me and says, “You pray for her.” It could have happened that way. But…..
Here is what really happened.
The day of the service, Richard was with me. He wanted to sit in back. Trying to be a submissive wife, and not knowing that the healing service was scheduled for that day, I agreed. As soon as Derek announced the healing service, Richard took off. There were no seats up front. “That settles that,” I thought, “I am on the last row of the auditorium of at least 500 people. No one is going to point to me and say anything.
Derek set up chairs on the stage. There were three chairs on each side of the stage facing center stage. He had a row of chairs set up across the back of the stage facing the congregation. He announced that usually he had children sit on the back of the stage so that they could see. But since YWAM was teaching them today, would the back row of the auditorium please come onto the stage and take those chairs. The BACK ROW! That’s me! I was the last in line. The only chair left on the stage was the center one. I couldn’t believe this. The butterflies were eating my stomach. Derek said that he would pray over the whole congregation for relief of sinus problems, back troubles, etc. Then Chaplain Nelson would take stage right and he would take stage left. All of the easy miracles like legs growing out, eye glasses, etc. should line up on stage right, Chaplain Nelson’s side. While all of the hard ones should line up on Derek’s side. I sat there and watched one person after another be healed. One was a little mongoloid girl. That makes a believer out of anyone. Deliverances were also being done, off the stage by a prayer team. To an unbeliever, it would look like a three ring circus, but really it was very orderly.
Suddenly I heard Chaplain Nelson say into his mike, “You got on the wrong side. I don’t have enough faith for this.” I looked to see what was wrong with the woman. Chaplain Nelson turned to me, pointed and said, “You pray for her.” I was mortified. “Not like this, God, not in front of 500 people,” my thoughts screamed. I got up and walked toward Chaplain Nelson. I noticed the deliverance team. I said, “I’ll go down there and one of those guy can help you.” He looked at me and practically shouted into the mike, “ I said, YOU pray for her.” What could I do? I went to stand behind the woman. Nelson was kneeling at her feet. I brought my hands down on her shoulders. Before I could pray she was healed! It was tremendous, the best rush ever! A surge of the Holy Spirit’s power flowed through me. I began to praise God. That I am good at! I laid hands on someone else. They were healed! Except for the 45 minutes for lunch when Nelson, Prince and I ate together, we were on that stage all day until 5:00 PM. I praised God that is all! People were healed when I touched them, or when I came near them. God’s power radiated! People were slain in the Spirit. Some were delivered, some had inner healing, and some had the Holy Spirit fall on them. All I did was praise God. I don’t think I said, God please do so and so once. Sometimes I didn’t even ask what was wrong. I just kept praising God. It was one gigantic oneness with His energy released in praise and joy. Once I saw a woman far across the stage from me, she was looking at me and when our eyes met, I knew that she was going to get slain in the Spirit. “Catch her,” I yelled to the people around her and pointed. When I raised my hand, down she went. The people near her caught her. I had never seen anything like this before. The overwhelming joy just kept flowing.
When we stopped to rest, eat, and clean up for the 7:00 meeting, I went to our suite. Our best friends Gail and David Lee were sharing it with us. David was an unbeliever, but Gail had recently been delivered from depression and accepted the Holy Spirit. People already called her “the new Gail Lee.” Gail and their small son Jense were in the suite. She asked me if I would pray for her. She said, “I didn’t want to come up to the stage, but one of my legs is longer than the other and it causes me a lot of back pain.” I agreed to pray for her and knelt down at her feet the way Derek had done on the stage. I took her feet in my hands and began praising God. She was healed. While I was praying for her, her husband came in. Dave began to taunt me. “I’ve got one for you, Rebecca. I’ve got an old injury here in my shoulder. I hurt my shoulder playing football years ago and it healed wrong. I can’t lift my arm past this. (He demonstrated.) Let’s see you heal this.”
I was a bit angry. “I don’t heal anything,” I said quite loudly. God does. And the God of legs is the God of arms. Stick your arms out here. He did. The non-working one was shorter by about two inches. I didn’t touch him. I just put my hands near his and began to praise God. POP! Went his shoulder. It echoed through the room! The left one shot out farther than the right. I kept praising God and the arms adjusted. He moved it around and raised it above his head. Now he was both excited and humble.
“Please,” he said, “Jense wears a built-up shoe. Pray for him.” An inner knowledge from God guided me, “No, Dave, you are the priest of your family, you pray for him. I will guide you.” Gail took off Jenses’s shoes and held him in her lap. Dave and I knelt at their feet. Dave took Jense’s feet in his hands and began to praise God. While we watched, his leg grew out almost two inches! Jense went barefoot the rest of the conference because there was no time to go find him new shoes. Last time I talked to David and Gail, David was in his last year of seminary. What a wonderful Lutheran pastor he will make. Once his intellect was out of the way for one moment, he accepted what is real, God’s love, God’s power. His own healing and his son’s brought about a change that will ripple outward until Jesus returns. If God never did anything miraculous through me again, that night was enough for any lifetime.
Someday God will tap me on the shoulder and say, “Walk up on the stage.” I will go. I will probably be afraid, but I will go. I will praise and His power will flow. I no longer doubt it. He will bring about all things in His way and His time. Then we will see He had it all planned from the beginning. Why He chose me, I may never know. I am only clay. Perhaps it is because I am willing. I am afraid, always, before I step out in obedience. But once I do step out, He does more than I can imagine, and I can imagine a lot. He keeps telling me not to fear. I will probably always be sensitive to ridicule and pain. I will always fall into sin and need to accept forgiveness. In spite of that there is something very special about giving Him pleasure, some little thing that He enjoys or makes Him laugh. It is as thought we share a special secret. Sometimes He is not just Father, but lover, and any sacrifice is worth His smile. I still want to run into His arms and say, “It’s all right, I will always love you.”
After that week, I was not the same person. It seems I could title each chapter of my life, “The New Beginning.” Now I knew what the prophets of old and the apostles felt like when they felt God’s power in their hands.
Before that retreat was over a couple of other things happened that were exciting. After the evening teachings, Derek Prince, Chaplain Nelson, and another preacher would stand at the foot of the stage. People would line up to have them pray for them. On the last night I got in one of these lines. I had been asked by the chapel to preach on Mother’s Day. I had told them that I would if I got confirmation at the retreat. I wanted prayer about this. As I neared the front, suddenly a woman started screaming, “Don’t let her touch me! Don’t let her touch me!” She looked straight at me. She wasn’t from our community, but I had seen her in the auditorium earlier in the week. I knew that she had a spirit of witchcraft. After she screamed she ran down the aisles of the auditorium and was headed out the door. The other preacher, looked at me and said, “Do you know her.”
“No,” I answered, “But I know the spirit that is in her.”
“Run after her then,” he said. And I did. She really could run. But the Holy Spirit must have given me wings. I caught up with her.
“Don’t touch me,” she screamed.
“OK, I won’t, if you will sit down and behave calmly,” I told her.
She sat down. I began to ask her how she got involved with witchcraft and why did she come to this conference. By the time the winded preacher caught up to us, she had explained that she wanted deliverance. She went with the preacher and the deliverance team; and I went back to be prayed for.
Derek Prince and Chaplain Nelson were waiting on me. I had them all to myself. They laid hands on me and prayed. Chaplain Nelson said these words from the book of Joshua over me. It was not word for word the way it is written in the Bible. “Get ready to cross the into the land that I am about to give you. I will give you every place where you set your foot, as I promised Moses. No one will be able to stand against you all the days of your life. As I was with Moses, so I will be with you; I will never leave you nor forsake you.
Be strong and courageous. Be strong and very courageous. Be careful to obey all of my words. Do not turn to the right or to the left. Do not let the Word of the Lord depart from your mouth, meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do everything written in it. Then you will be prosperous and successful. Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.
Then Derek Prince prophesied over me. He said that I was to have a great healing ministry, but that it would not happen until my children had grown. He looked me straight in the eye, and he said, “Do you understand? This is for a later time. You will think that it will not come to pass, but it will. Wait for it. God will fulfill his word. You have an unbelieving husband and small children. But in that day, this will not be so. God will raise you up.”
After this, I felt it was small to ask, but I did. I said, “But you still haven’t answered the question that I came with. Chaplain Nelson about rolled his eyes, “What is it.”
“I have been invited to preach in the chapel on Mother’s Day, should I do it?
Chaplain Nelson looked at me and said, “What did the Lord tell you?”
I had already asked Chaplain Smith who was in charge of the chapel. He and a group of elders had prayed over me and Chaplain Smith had asked me, “Are you ready to obey the Lord and not men? You are to preach.” I was willing to preach but I had an idea what would happen when I did.
