GOD’S GRACE LIKE RAIN POURING OUT UPON THE CITY OF JUNEAU
The 10-foot, 60-pound cross was now constructed. Home Depot in Juneau became part of the Alaska cross walk when the hardware store allowed me to build the cross inside their premises. As mentioned in Part One, two employees even helped in the construction of the cross!
A “Godincidence” took place immediately after I walked the cross to outside the store’s exit. To my complete surprise, a taxi drove up at the very moment I left the store. You can read about this genuine and awesome angelic encounter in Part One. And, although I have had two other powerful encounters with LORD Sabaoth’s “ministering spirits sent by God to aid those who are heirs to salvation” (Hebrews 1:14), this “angelicophany,” or visible manifestation of an angel of God, was completely unexpected.
But this is so God! And this is God’s grace to His people in time of great need. I was willing to walk the cross seven miles to my downtown hotel room. But God knew I needed His help. SO HE SENT THAT HELP.
GOD MUST REALLY BE WITH YOU
Jeanetta was the taxi cab driver. Told her my wife’s name was Jeanette and she smiled really big. As we drove toward the motel, Jeanetta shared that she was 69-years-old, had just lost her husband two years previously, and to keep herself busy she took up driving a taxi fourteen hours a day, five days a week. On the weekends, she visited her grandchildren.
Of course, we talked about the young man she had dropped off at Home Depot. “He was an angel, you know.” Jeanetta’s voice quivered with excitement mixed with reverent fear. “He told me he was supposed to meet someone at Home Depot.” I was still caught up in the Spirit, so I just listened. “God must really be with you,” Jeanetta continued. “And you have come here to pray for our city and state. That’s awesome!”
Jeanetta did most of the talking as we drove to my downtown hotel. I was very content just to take in everything that had taken place, a big smile on my “faith.” We reached my motel, unloaded the cross in the middle of the busy street, and I reached in my pocket to pay her. “It’s already taken care of,” she informed me, her smile just getting bigger and bigger. “You are doing more for our city than what money can buy.” I stood speechless, smiling all the while. “God bless you with a very successful mission.” With that, Jeanetta jumped into her cab and took off.
Franklin Street is Juneau’s main street. It was overflowing with traffic. But I just stood there in awe. Read the rest of this entry »