|The twin army blanket at my parent's home.|
The money was never delivered. We held worship, and Kay, the kids and I headed home - pondering the events of the last hours. After lunch I decided to call his dad again. I still had his name and number. I dialed it several times only to get a recorded message that it was not a working number. I called the operator to discover that it was not only a "non-working" number - it was not a number at all. The area code was non-existent even though I had dialed it successfully the day before.
I looked again at the the name and number. All of a sudden - the name written on the paper stood out. It read Grant O. Davis. Kay and I stared at each other. A few months later, during an early morning prayer time, the Lord confirmed to me that He Himself had visited our family that summer day of 1989. One could say that our ministry has never been the same.
Our experience reminded me of the Leo Tolstoy's Papa Panov that tells the same story. The story ends with the following quote:
Yes, He did come and his name was Frank!This was not a dream for he was wide awake. At first he seemed to see before his eyes the long stream of people who had come to him that day. He saw again the old road sweeper, the young mother and her baby and the beggars he had fed. As they passed, each whispered, "Didn't you see me, Papa Panov?"
"Who are you?" he called out, bewildered.
Then another voice answered him. It was the voice from his dream- the voice of Jesus.
"I was hungry and you fed me," he said. "I was naked and you clothed me. I was cold and you warmed me. I came to you today in everyone of those you helped and welcomed."
Then all was quiet and still. Only the sound of the big clock ticking. A great peace and happiness seemed to fill the room, overflowing Papa Panov's heart until he wanted to burst out singing and laughing and dancing with joy.
"So he did come after all!" was all that he said.