Posted: Sunday, August 06, 2006
- written by jerry golden
You might say this is a strange article for Jerry
to write in the middle of a war, and possibly youíre right, but I feel that I
should share something very important with you. Over the past week or so there
have been an unbelievable amount of people mention Angel, or Angels to me in
their emails and letters. So many in fact it has caused me to consider writing
this report in hopes of encouraging you with a knowledge that God is looking out
for you, possibly with an Angel.
It was 1973 Connie and I had only been married
one year when I got word that my grandfather had died and would be buried in two
days, they wanted me there. It was during the time of the gas embargo, Water
Gate and it seemed everything thing was going crazy in the country, we lived in
Bethany, Texas. I remember Connie telling me that I may not be able to make to
West Virginia simply because there was no gas stations open, and the few that
were had very long lines, some folks were waiting two days to fill their tanks.
We prayed about it and decided to trust God and make the trip, to make things
even more difficult it was in the dead of winter and what I didnít know was that
from Tennessee to West Virginia there was a very heavy snow storm raging.
Within an hour I was on the road, kissing Connie and our new baby Rachel (who has now given us three lovely grandchildren). I remember it took me a couple hours just to find a gas station that would fill up my tank, and that in an area I know well, I remember thinking this is really going to be a test of faith. I had my doubts if I was going to make it.
It seemed that God was with me and the Ruach Ha Koddesh was going with and before me, every time I needed gas there was always a gas station that had some for me. That is until I got the bottom of the highest mountain in Tennessee in the middle of a snowstorm. There was a gas station at the bottom of the mountain, with a big sign that read, out of gas. My gas gauge said I had less than a 1/8 Th. of a tank, my faith about then read the same. It was snowing so hard you could hardly see where the road was. I got out of the car and went over and set on the steps of the station and begin to pray. It was ten minutes possibly more when I heard a word in my spirit clearly say TRUST ME. I knew I had heard from God or was it an Angel. One thing was certain when I stood up I knew I had no choice but to begin the journey up that very long dangerous and twisting road to the top of a very big mountain. Knowing also that I didnít have enough gas to make it to the top and thinking that possibly the next service station could possibly be all the way down the other side.
I had just made it around the first big horseshoe turn when I saw him, he was an old man, standing beside a old green ford pickup truck, in his hands was a red gas can, the old type with the dome top that held only 5 gallons. I pulled up behind him and walked over to where he was standing there making no effort to pour the gas into his truck.
I started to tell him why I needed some of that gas but something inside of me said not to, just ask him for some gas, like many times in my life I was hearing from God and didnít even know it at the time. But as usual I wasnít 100% obedient instead I said to the old man, could I buy some of that gas from you I have a real emergency. With very little expression, just something that sort of resembled a grin he said to me, we donít have any use for money but you can have the gas. I thanked him and poured the gas into my tank, it was a five-gallon tank but it seemed to take forever for it to empty into my car. As I started to drive away I rolled down my window and was gong to wave at him, but he wasnít there, the truck wasnít there. I stopped and got out and looked there was no tire tracks in the snow. It was then I knew I had met an Angel of God possibly my personal Angel who looked over me, for there was something inside of me that said I knew this old man all my life, his voice sounded so familiar. With Holy Ghost Goose bumps and feeling like I had a glancing shot at something heavenly I felt that I floated to the top of that mountain.
That five gallon tank of gas took me form Look Out Mountain in Tennessee to Morgantown, West Virginia, it was a miracle and one that started me knowing that we are watched by Angels and I had met mine.
It was in 1982 in Israel some of my Pastor friends across the US asked me to put together a tour through the Negev Desert with Camels, donkeys, sheep and goats and some Bedouins. I made arrangements with some Arabs in Jericho to meet with some Bedouins in the old refugee camp just outside of Jericho. Armed with instructions of how to find them I parked my car and begin walking through the maze of ruins. Suddenly I heard a voice, it was the same voice I heard speak to me in 1973 it was the old man, (My Angel) he said stop donít go any further but turn to the right and then to the left. I did and when I arrived at the next intersection I looked and there were two Arabs ready to attack me with a steel pipe. I shouted at them running directly at them pointing my finger at them, they ran for dear life until I couldnít see them any longer.
I could tell you of other times I know that I have heard from my Angel, but then I could tell you things that would make some think I was insane, but the truth is I know there are Angels and you need to know you are always watched. God loves you and if you are walking in obedience to His Calling on your life you will in some way, or one way or the other come in contact with your Angel too.
So you see I am not concerned about my safety or that of my family, for we have chose to serve God and accept His calling regardless of how difficult it may seem at times. When God sends us into the lions den, be it an Arab country or elsewhere, we will always go knowing that there is an Angle looking out for us. And over Him there is the Ruach Ha Koddesh making sure the Will of the Father is always done, regardless of our stumbling.
Yes we are in a war, but we also know an Angel, do you.
Pray for the peace of Jerusalem, for our son Joel, and all the IDF soldiers. Pray for this ministry and your part in it. Shalom, jerry
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