Tonight we come to the last of this lecture series. Night after night we have seen and heard evidence from the natural world and spiritual world that testify to the existence of God and the divinity of His Word the Bible.

         But there is one more witness that in my opinion is the greatest witness to God's power. This lies in the realm of the supernatural. We refer here to answers to prayer and the movement of God's hand to intervene in the lives of people, to come to their aid when it is needed. This is where the spiritual world tangibly meets the physical and sensory world.

         Tonight we are going to explore this area with eyewitness accounts, told in their own words. You are free to believe them or not. But if you maintain an open mind and listen, guided by the Holy Spirit, you will be greatly blessed and your faith in God strengthened.

         Rather than just one speaker, tonight I have invited several speakers to tell their story. The presentation tonight, I think all will agree, will be the most emotionally gripping and attention getting of all in this series. Tonight we are going to hear about the unfathomable love and providence of God, in action, in the lives of people. How through His supernatural interposition heavenly beings have come to the aid and rescue of people in life threatening situations.

        Other accounts you will hear, though not life threatening, are equally impressive in that they show how personal and caring God is, a God who is intimately intertwined in our lives, and who loves and cares for us in a very personal way. He is "An ever present help in trouble," even in the mundane everyday events that happen to us. Of course His purpose in all He does for us is the same--to win our hearts through His loving caring acts, to try and win our love and devotion to Him, and ultimately to save us and snatch us from the grasp of the enemy.

         For thousands of years God's angel messengers in the form of human beings have rescued and saved humans in times of crisis. This is a witness that no argument by critics can nullify. The physical evidence and testimony of the individuals may be argued but cannot be refuted. It has been stated that "there are no atheists in foxholes."

         When one has been rescued by a supernatural being, no one on earth can convince that person that there is no God. Is not the miraculous intervention by spiritual forces to rescue and save a person, either spiritually or physically, the ultimate eyewitness proof and witness of God's existence, and unfathomable power and love?

         Even more compelling than a physical rescue is His power and ability to intervene, to snatch a soul from the stranglehold of the enemy, to save one from eternal death. Who can argue with the person who was at one time imprisoned by the enemy Satan, but miraculously rescued by the mighty power of the Lord Jesus Christ and His applied blood?

         Is not this the greatest evidence of God's power? In fact is this not the ultimate demonstration to the universe of God's infinite, caring power?
 
A HIDDEN DANGER:

         Unfortunately, when we enter the realm of the supernatural, we enter an area that is fraught with danger. One cannot be too careful about believing all that is purported to be from God. For when it comes to supernatural happenings, the powers of darkness are masterfully adept at conjuring up events and apparitions, and spirits that are not of heavenly origin, all for the purpose of entrapping the innocent and unwary. In fact, supernatural happenings are the cornerstone of Satan's modus operandi, for nothing captures the imagination and is more convincing than unexplained supernatural events. They get attention like nothing else can.

         Many do not recognize that the enemy not only has the power to create accidents, sickness, and catastrophe, but he has the ability to rescue, heal and quell them when it suits his purpose. At this time in history, He will leave no stone unturned in order to win another subject for his kingdom.

         One is on extremely dangerous ground in "carte blanche" accepting every supernatural happening in their life as being from God. The ultimate test of one's experience is found as always in where the happening leads the person. That is to say, has it led them to a true spiritual relationship with God, or has it enveloped them in a cloud of superstitions and beliefs that goes counter to the Bible?

         Tonight you are going to hear personal accounts of events in peoples lives that cannot be explained by the natural laws of nature. These personal testimonies defy answers from science or technology. They are beyond the reach of the laws of natural cause and effect. What you will hear tonight will be both gripping and inspiring as listen to how God worked in lives of our guests.

         As our speakers come up and take their places around the table, this is how we are going to proceed: This meeting tonight will be in the form of a round table discussion. I will ask each one to share their experience or experiences with us. Each person's experience is unique, each event profoundly changed the course of their life for good.

         After all have told their story, I will then share with you a few of the more interesting experiences that have come to my attention. Some of what you hear tonight defies any logical explanation but at the same time leaves God's critics without argument against this powerful witness.

        Each experience is impossible for any to refute or gainsay. There is no way science can disprove these kinds of experiences. It bears repeating: "For those who want to believe, no proof is necessary. For those who do not, no proof is possible." What you will hear tonight will bolster your faith and trust in God as nothing else can.

         Now that our guests are seated, let me introduce them to you. I thank you all for coming to share your experiences with us, for taking the time to come, some of you from great distances. We welcome you and appreciate your willingness to share what God has done in your life.

         Starting from my left is a familiar face. Roger Morneau who spoke to us on the first night. Tonight he will share with us some incredible answers to prayer as found in his book of the same title.

         Seated next to him is Chantel Lakey, a lady with an experience so frightening and incredible that you will find it is hard to believe. Her story was told nationwide in a well known Christian digest, "Guideposts," which some of you may subscribe to. She was also seen on TV. She will be the first to share her experience. We are glad she could come to be with us tonight.

         Sitting next to Chantel is Bill Lindeman. His account is also most astounding, and shows God's power over the elements, and his ability to save under the most dire circumstances imaginable. Welcome Bill!

         Next to Bill is an old time friend and school friend, Dale McMurray. He and I graduated together in the same class. We both studied for the ministry and spent many good times together. His story defies the odds and is so incredible so as to border on the impossible, yet it happened. Thank you Dale for being with us tonight. With this introduction, let us begin..

IN TIMES OF LIFE-THREATENING PERIL:
RESCUED FROM THE PRECIPICE:

         One of the most dramatic stories of rescue by angels I have ever `is the experience of Chantel who found herself in totally unbelievable circumstances.

         She admits that she did not believe in the existence of angels until they showed up in her hour of very great need. She told me that at the time she was an agnostic.

         Chantel's story was aired nationwide on TV. On this program she was interviewed along with the police officer who rescued her.

         This rescue took place in Curry County on the coast of Oregon at Lookout Rock. She was hiking with her fiancée Dale when the tragedy took place.

         Chantel, we welcome you here tonight. Please share with us your incredible experience. The time is yours.
 
         Thank you Devon for inviting me. It is a pleasure to be here and share with you about God's mighty power which saved me from certain death.

         Dale and I were in love, and we had visited his cousin in Oregon and were going back home to San Diego.

         As we were driving down the coast, Dale said to me 'let's stop at this lookout sight and hike to a viewpoint at the top of a giant rock where you have a 360 degree panoramic view of the ocean and shoreline, and the forest behind us."

         He said that no one had ever been able to make it to the top with him, and challenged me to try, and of course I accepted his challenge. We hiked up a trail that led to the top, and the view was beautiful. We were heading back down, the trail when Dale said to me, "Let's go down this other way, I have never been down this way before. If you want to come with me..." of course I accepted this other challenge.

         As we started walking down the trail, it was very deceptive because it looked like it was going to be fine and no problem. Hiking down the trail, suddenly we were on a cliff with no place to put our hands or feet, and we were kind of like glued, not knowing what to do.

         It was very, very terrifying. We tried to go back up, but couldn't do it because it was shale rock and the rock was slipping under our feet. The rocks just fell, and we could not get any footing. There was only one way to go and that was down.

         Dale said, "m sorry, we will have to go down." When we looked down it was terrifying because it was at least 450 feet down to the rocks and ocean below. We could not even see where to put our hands and feet.

         Dale said, "I am going to go first, and I want you to do whatever I do, just follow my path." So he inched his way down about 3 or 4 feet, then told me it was my turn. I started to do what he did copying each motion he made.

         But every time I moved rocks would fall, hitting him on the shoulder and head. He asked my how my fear factor was, and I assured him I was fine, when in fact I was terrified. I couldn't believe what was happening. Yet I knew we had to go down and felt I had to let him know I was Okay, for it was hard enough for him without being concerned about me.

         Dale although athletic, was not an experienced mountain climber. Dale extended out his hand and told me to put my foot into it. His eyes locked with mine and suddenly he lost his grip and fell backwards.          When he started falling, I couldn't believe it, and I screamed "Oh my God! my God help me! help me!" I saw his head hit a ledge and then he kept falling and falling until I could no longer see him.

         I was so terrified and afraid I didn't know what to do. I was trembling and thought "Oh my God, if Dale who is far more athletic than I am could not make it down, how can I?" I started screaming "help! help!" for someone to hear me, but no one knew we were there, and I thought, I can scream my head off and no one will come and help me. I thought that maybe through some miracle he might be still alive and I could help him.

         It was at that point I screamed for God. I had this overwhelming feeling or urge to scream for God. I screamed "God, God, please help me, please help me, I don't know what to do, I can't move." I was locked in terror on the cliff actually frozen, I couldn't move.

         Suddenly a mist came all around me which was strange, because along with the mist came a beautiful chorus which sounded like hundreds and hundreds of voices. I tried to squint my eyes to see through it, but couldn't really see anything. The music got louder and louder. At that point I was urged to make my first move. Even though I didn't know what to do, I knew I had to move. A serenity and peace came over me enough to take the first step.

         As I made the first move I remember the rocks starting to fall, but I somehow managed to take the next step, and the next. During this time I was asking myself "Why are these angels here. Are they going to assist me in my life or my death."

         Each move I made I became more and more terrified. For the next 300 feet, I don't remember much of what happened. But when I was about 100 feet from the bottom I started falling and couldn't control the fall.  I screamed out, "Oh no God, not now! I've got to find Dale and help him."

         I knew I was going to die or be injured. Suddenly a powerful force like a hand swooped me up and threw me against the rock, and I was held tight against it.

         Strangely when I stopped falling, the rocks did also. At that point the singing got louder, and I felt complete peace and serenity and then knew I would make it the rest of the way.

         When I got to the bottom I started running in the direction of his body but could not find him at first. Finally I found him sprawled out on a small rock. He was obviously dead, his body all broken up. There was no hope for him.

         As I went over to him, all around him the singing got much louder. It was as if they were lifting him and tenderly holding him. I at once knew that I could now go find help.

         "When the officer arrived, he could not believe what I told him, yet he could not deny it. The rescue crew who had come with him were terrified to have to go down and retrieve Dale's body, for that rock juts up out of the water for 500 feet. It is utterly impossible for anyone to climb down it without help.

         As a result of this experience, my life has totally changed. I now believe in God, where before I didn't. My goals and perspectives have changed. You cannot go through an experience like this and not be affected. I praise God and thank him for saving my life.

         I am now putting my life back together, for I feel deeply the loss of Dale. I will never get over losing him. But I know that God allowed it for some reason and I do not question Him. I just accept it by faith and trust Him, for I have every reason, after this experience to trust my life to Him completely. Thank you Devon for inviting me here tonight to share this most memorable event."
 
         Thank you Chantel for this inspiring and heart rending story. Our next speak will be Bill. We appreciate you accepting our call to come to Fairmont and testify to the power of God in your life. Please tell us what happened to you.
 
THE STRANGER WHO WASN'T THERE:

         Thank you Devon of inviting me. What happened to me is so fantastic that I still at times have a hard time believing it ever happened.

         Lake Mendosa, near to where I live is a glittering jewel on the banks of Madison, Wisconsin. But when winter comes, the lake surface is transformed into a treacherous terrain of snow and ice. One bleak day in February of 1975, I set out on a rugged hike across the frozen lake. This is what happened.

         I started walking over the lake surface which was rather rough and uneven, windblown and drifted. Snow continued to fall more and more heavily.

         Finally at one point the shoreline became obscured and I could not tell exactly which direction I was going. I could walk fine, I was mobile, I was not particularly cold, and I was dressed warmly, so I wasn't concerned.

         I was looking at the drifting pattern of the snow on the surface to find three drifts with patterns I could align up and keep in focus. I would reach the first one and would sight beyond the last one so I was always moving towards one of those drifts in the same direction.

         As I walked along further and further, the snowfall became greater and greater. The wind picked up, blowing and swirling so that finally I could not quite see beyond what was right in front of me.

         It was then I knew I was in trouble. I got to the point that I could not tell the difference between the falling snow and the ground. That was a very weird feeling, for when I stepped I couldn't even tell whether I was stepping on packed snow. I was totally disoriented so that I couldn't even tell whether I was vertical. I could not take more than a couple of steps. I began this pattern of standing, stepping falling to one side then the other.

         I completely lost my sense of direction. If something didn't happen to change this situation, if the storm didn't clear, I knew I was good as dead. I decided to crawl on the ice until I died. I recognized how frail and marginal life is. At that point I totally gave up. I cried out to God, "Hey God, if your out there and have any intention of me surviving this, then you're going to have do something because I'm dead."

         It was at that point that I heard a very deep horn like a fog horn. I had no idea where it came from. I said to God, 'If that was a sign, you're going to have to make it loud and clear, because otherwise I am not going to get it. I need to know where it came from." Again I heard this sound. I locked on to it, and remember moving off into the direction it came from.

         As I began crawling across the ice, I heard a sound coming from the back of my head, which startled me. It was like someone had sneaked up behind me and then whispered, "Watch out for the break water." I realized the moving breakwater could have possibly kept the ice from freezing up, and that if I fell into it I would probably drown.

         I let myself be guided by the mysterious voice, skirting the breakwater I struggled up the bank where I collapsed.

         Suddenly I was aware that there was a person who reached out and put his arms around me, gripping me under the arms which felt like a bear hug, in effect saying to me, "get in, get out of cold you dummy!" I felt myself being pulled into the building.

         Inside the building it was cozy and warm, a fire was burning in the fireplace. The man wrapped me in blankets, and gave me a cup of warm broth. I remembered little for the rest of that night, only that the man revived me and somehow, I found my way home.

         As the next day dawned bright and clear, I returned to the little cabin to thank my rescuer. But when I got there, the station was closed off, and there was a sign on the door that said, "Closed for the Season." THERE WAS NO SIGN THAT ANYONE HAD BEEN IN THE CABIN FOR MONTHS! I realized then that something very unusual and unexplainable and miraculous had happened to me.

         I believe I was saved by an angel. If I hadn't believed that guardian angels were real, I wouldn't have asked for help. If I hadn't asked for help, even if it came I am not sure I would have recognized it.

         You have to conclude that there is a greater power in the universe than the one ticking inside your bodies, and that everyone is part of that greater connection.

         Not everyone gets to a point in their lives where they realize that if they try to control over their lives, their lives are going to end immediately.

         I had to completely give up control of my life, because I knew at that point, if I was the one in control I would have been dead, it was that cut and dried.

         People, if YOU DO NOT know God or do not have a relationship with Him, it is time for you to find Him. If YOU DO know Him, never let go of Him. As a result of this experience I found Him. My life has changed dramatically. I could never let go of Him after what He did for me. But what is more, He did something for me that was a far greater miracle--He sent His Son to die for my sins so that if I remain faithful, I can someday have eternal life.

         I encourage any of you in this audience, who do not know Him intimately, to seek Him with all your heart. He is coming soon to rescue all who love Him from this world, just as I was rescued from blizzard that dark cold night.

         Thank you for letting me share with you what was without question the most meaningful experience in my life.
 
         Thank you Bill for your story and for coming. How thrilling it is to hear how God miraculously and marvelously saved you.

        The next speaker to share His experience is a personal friend of mine, Dale McMurray. We both graduated from theological college together in 1953. It has been many years since we have seen each other. I located him through another mutual friend. Dale, it is indeed a pleasure to see you again and have you spend the weekend with my wife and me. Thank you for accepting my invitation, and for the chance to renew our old acquaintance. The time is yours.
 
         Thank you Devon my friend. What I have to tell will not take very long but what happened was indeed a miracle that changed my life for the good. One cannot go through an experience like I had and not be affected. It was for many years the highlight of my life Here is what happened:
   
WHEN TWO CARS PASSED THROUGH EACH OTHER:

         It was on a dark stormy night in the 1950's, about two o'clock in the morning. My wife and I were crossing the desert driving from Minnesota to California. The rain was coming down in sheets, and it was very desolate, for we were in the middle of the desert.

         We were headed for a small town several miles up ahead. We had not seen anyone else for hours, no cars behind us and none in front. But finally in the distance we saw the lights of an oncoming car.

         We came to a long low lying bridge just two cars wide, like many that spanned washes and water drainage channels in the desert in those days.

         Coming from the opposite direction the oncoming car had reached the other end of the bridge at about the same time we reached the bridge. Because of the rain we had a hard time seeing. As the other car approached, we slowed down, but to our horror we saw that the car was halfway in our lane and there was no where for us to go. I hit the brakes and stopped completely. A head on collision was inevitable. I knew we were going to die.

         Just before impact, my wife screamed out "God help us!" We instinctively closed our eyes waiting for the inevitable crash. BUT THERE WAS NO CRASH!  I opened my eyes and the car was gone. Quickly looking in the rear view mirror I could see the taillights of the car, still in our lane, going off into the darkness.

         My wife and I were incredulous, THE TWO CARS HAD PASSED RIGHT THROUGH EACH OTHER YET NEVER TOUCHED. We could hardly believe what had just happened to us. It seemed like some sort of dream, but it was for real. You can be sure that our praises and gratitude ascended to the Lord for hours, yes days after that miracle. We thanked Him over and over for His saving power and protection. Thank you Devon for inviting me, and for contacting me after all these years.
 
         Thanks again Dale for coming. My wife and I are most pleased to spend this weekend together with you and your sweet wife.

         The last of our featured speakers tonight, but certainly not the least is a familiar face to us. We told you when Roger Morneau opened up this series of meetings as our first speaker, that he would be back.  I think it fitting for Roger, who began this series with us, to be back for its conclusion. I think you will find what he has to say tonight just as interesting as his first talk about his experience in the church of Satan.

         What he has to share with us tonight is about incredible answers to prayer he has had, which is the title of one of his books. What has happened to him is a powerful witness to the mighty power of God which effectively refutes the claim that there is no God.

         Since the time Roger was delivered from the church of Satan, and gave his heart to the Lord, God has worked in his life in incredible ways. Roger we are most anxious to hear what you have to say.

         Note: (On September 21, 1998, Roger died of a massive brain hemorrhage. His work on earth is complete. He now sleeps in the grave, awaiting Jesus' return in the clouds when he will be called back to life by our blessed Lord.)
 
          Thank you again friend Devon for inviting me back. It is always a pleasure to share the way God has worked in my life.
 
RUNNING ON ANGEL POWER:

         The first miracle I am going to share with you tonight happened in New York in the winter of 1955, January to be exact. For a number of days I had been studying the biblical concept of faith. While Scripture speaks of vast numbers of people having had their lives ruled by distrust of God and unbelief, it also reveals how certain persons acquired a living faith by developing an unfaltering trust in our heavenly Father, and in the power of His Holy Spirit.

         In those days I was a salesman, and that evening I had a 9:00 PM appointment with a building contractor living on a rural road about four miles west of Castile, New York. Our home was in Curriers, about seven miles north of Arcade.

         To avoid a route that would have forced me to go east in a roundabout way, I had gotten instructions to go cross-country on some country roads that would supposedly save me a lot of travel time. Unfortunately, it didn't. I got lost three times because of the constant crossroads, and I made wrong turns. It meant stopping and asking directions at farms, and I arrived almost an hour late.

         On my way there, I realized that my gas gauge had dropped rather low, but reasoned that the best thing to do was to fill the tank in Castile afterward. We got involved talking business, and time flew by. When I had finished writing up an order and was ready to leave, my watch indicated almost midnight. By then the thought of getting gasoline had left me.

         The contractor, desiring to save me going into Castile in order to take Route 39, a state road that would carry me west into Arcade and home, suggested that I drive three miles west from his residence, then take a left that would get me directly unto Route 39. I was reluctant to go that way, but he said I couldn't make a wrong turn, because of a huge landmark at that intersection.

         As I stepped out on the porch, the cold chilled me instantly. He looked at his thermometer, which read five degrees below zero. "I hope you have a good battery," he said. "Yes, sir. One of the best for winter driving."

         Waving good-bye, I left. Because of the bitter cold, it took longer than usual to get heat into the car, and it absorbed all my attention. I had traveled about five miles when all of a sudden the engine began to lose power. A glance at the gas gauge told me the tank was empty. Terror struck my mind as I realized that the last farm I had passed was more than a mile away, and no more were in sight.

         Like a flash I saw myself in a hospital bed with my toes cut off. You see, when I was 17 years of age, I froze all my toes one morning in northern Quebec when the temperature had gone down to 42 below. I spent five months in the hospital. The flesh turned black and actually fell off my toes. Afterward I had a number of operations, skin grafts, etc. And the day of my discharge the surgeon who had worked on my feet sat me down and stated that I should no longer live in that part of the world. He believed that my feet would quickly freeze if exposed to the cold, and that the only thing that could be done then would be to amputate. Now in a burst of fear I cried out, "Dear Jesus, please help."

         Many times before when certain destruction stared me in the face, I had made that call for help, and Jesus had never failed me. Immediately a great calm came over me. But the car was still slowing down.

        "Forgive me for being so panicky, seeing that You have never failed me." I thought. "Lord, I know that the Spirit of God that transported Philip 20 miles so long ago can get me and this car over those hills into Curriers if He so chooses. Dear Jesus, may the Spirit of God (through angels) that controls the atoms please fuel this car so it will take me home without stopping. Thank You Lord, for Your help."

         It was almost as if something hit the back of my automobile, and it shot forward; then the motor started to accelerate and hummed like never before. The speedometer climbed and when it reached the speed limit I had to release my foot from the pedal as the vehicle kept dashing ahead.

         Eagle Hill--which I had never climbed without the transmission shifting down--I now sped up in high gear. Jubilantly I praised the Lord for His miracle-working power. I began quoting verses of Scripture, such as Psalm 107:1,2, and 8.

         "O give thanks unto the Lord, for he is good; for his mercy endureth for ever. Let the redeemed of the Lord say so, whom he hath redeemed from the hand of the enemy." 'Oh that men would praise the Lord for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men."...

         After I pulled into the driveway, up a small grade, and past the side entrance of our house, the car stopped. It did not reach the garage. Turning the ignition off, I ran into the house surprised to see the lights on in the kitchen.

         About 11:45 p.m. Hilda, my wife, had awakened, and realizing that I was not home yet, got on her knees and prayed for God's loving care over me. As I entered, she knew that something great and wonderful had happened.

         "You look excited. What's the good news?" I recounted how the Spirit of God had brought me home 27 miles without any gas in the tank. We had a praise session to the Lord that probably lasted an hour, then went to bed but could not sleep most of the night as we kept talking about my experience.

         In the morning I tried to start the car, but it would not. We had to fetch gasoline from the neighbor's farm to get it going. (Incredible Answers To Prayer, Roger Morneau pp 30-33)

 INTERCESSORY PRAYER

         Next I want to share with you some of the experiences I have had since I discovered that the Lord wanted to use me to pray for other people, to push back the forces of darkness that affect the whole world.

         I don't know if you realize it, but we have at our disposal the most powerful weapon in all God's universe. It is the most powerful tool at man's disposal to help others. This is intercessory prayer. This tool is given to us only as we earnestly request it, not for any benefit we receive, but only to help others. When we pray this kind of prayer, angels work together with us to bring substance to these prayers.

         Intercessory prayer is interceding on behalf of someone that needs divine help. It is the Holy Spirit who places the burden on the heart to pray on behalf of someone. The following incidents in my life dramatically illustrate this point, though seldom are the results so obvious. But they illustrate something else. God is working in the everyday affairs in our lives. He is interested in each of us personally and every aspect of our lives. He cares about what happens to us.
 
AN INTERUPTED FEUD:

         One Friday afternoon in April as I drove home from work, I passed a F.W. Woolworth store and decided to stop and pick up a couple if items that I needed. Returning to my car, I thought I might as well take a few minutes to process the day's paperwork (at the time I worked as a telephone salesman for a telephone company, helping companies make up ads for the yellow pages). The thermometer had reached into the high 70s. Getting into the car. I quickly opened the windows and let the heat out.

         A few minutes later a green Mercury pulled into a parking place two spaces away.  Glancing out of the corner of one eye, I saw a middle-aged couple with the woman at the steering wheel.

         "Mary, you will have to turn the key so that I can roll up this power window," the man said. "Jim, you're stupid. I've told you a hundred times to roll the windows up while the engine is still running. Won't you ever learn?"

        The man opened his mouth, and a flurry of profanities poured out, a mixture of the sacred and profane such as could not fail to get the message across to his wife that her words had touched a sensitive spot. Getting angrier by the moment, he accused her of having wrecked what had been a perfect day by refusing to keep her big mouth shut.

         What a wicked man I thought to myself. Then I immediately prayed, "Jesus please forgive them. By the mighty power of Thy Holy Spirit, please rebuke the demonic forces oppressing their minds, and bless their lives with the sweet peace of Thy love." Instantly the verbal storm stopped. For about 20 seconds neither said a word. Then the man broke the silence. "Mary, I am sorry I got so angry. Really, I feel bad now that I spoke to you in the way I did. I don't know why I get so angry at times. I can actually feel anger swell up in me toward people I dearly love. Please forgive me, and I promise to put forth real effort not to repeat these outbursts."

         Then it was beautiful to hear her admit that she was at least partly at fault for not being careful with her words, and at times actually took pleasure in verbally jabbing him. Promising to be more considerate in the future, she gave him a peck of a kiss, put the window up, and they both got out of the car to go shopping.

         Stepping to the parking meter, the husband studied his coins to feed the meter, and having no dime or nickels, turned to his wife. "Sugar pie, would you be kind enough to look in your purse for a dime?" "How can I refuse to help when you are treating me as a lady? Do you realize, Jim, that you haven't called me your sugar pie since the kids were little?"

         After he put the coins in the meter, she grabbed him by the arm, and like two newlyweds they proceeded to do some shopping. As I sat in my car I was more than surprised over the drastic transformation that had taken place in their lives, all because I was willing to pray in their behalf.

        Just previous to this experience, I had been wondering and asking God if He answers prayers for the ungodly. The Lord impressed upon my heart that in praying for the ungodly and the wicked, it was necessary to ask Jesus to deal with their burdens of sin, by asking for their sins to be forgiven, which was a new idea to me.

         After this incident, I prayed that if it were pleasing in His sight I would like to have another similar experience, one that would again demonstrate the power of the Holy Spirit to bless once the burden of sin had been removed.

         This next incident, which was a direct answer to my prayer, again shows how God works through the Holy Spirit (angels), and man as a team to help change the lives of the wicked.

The Disgusting Manager:

         The manager of a large lumber and building supply operation told me that it would be difficult to talk to the owner about his advertising because he owned other businesses that took him out of town a lot.

        The directory canvass supervisor had given me the account to handle, with the understanding that if I could not see the owner on the premises during the canvass time, I could close it over the phone at a later date. After all, the man hadn't changed his advertising program for years. Besides, he had previously refused to make appointments, and seemed to run his businesses according to the way he felt on a particular day.

         Because I passed his place of business every day, I stopped every so often. But it was not until Monday of my last week in the area that the manager informed me that the owner desired additional advertising, and wanted to change some of the copy in his existing ads. The boss was in, but in a bad mood. "Too many things to attend to," the manager said.

         I asked him to get me a definite appointment to see the owner, or he would find himself having the same program in the coming telephone directory. A message left at the telephone office that afternoon indicated that the owner would see me Wednesday at 10:00 in the morning.

        Wednesday was a beautiful day, and up to that time all had gone well. Entering the establishment, I found it to be a beehive of activity. Spotting the manager from a distance, I made my way to the counter, where he was serving a customer. He told a clerk to finish serving his client, and we walked up to the second floor and the owner's office.

         Along the way he mentioned that it was unfortunate that I had to see the boss on this day. The man was in a really bad mood. To begin with, he had arrived with a somber expression. "Must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed." A short while later he exploded when told that a shipment he had been promised for that day had been delayed through unexpected circumstances.

       "So prepare yourself for anything." the manager warned. "If the boss shouts at you, don't pay attention to him. It's probably the price he has to pay for being wealthy."

         Arriving at the glassed-in office, the manager opened the door and announced me. "Have him come in and sit down," the owner replied. "I can't talk to him right now, as I have to make a phone call."

         As I entered, he didn't even look at me, but kept shuffling papers on his desk. What a rude person he is, I thought for a moment. Then I realized that the man was under terrible pressures. His expression reflected internal turmoil. He was undoubtedly a chain smoker, as the office was full of smoke and the ashtray with cigarette butts, and he had a cigarette between his fingers.

         After dialing a number on the phone, he began talking to one of his managers in a way I wouldn't have thought possible. Only a tyrant would have used the abusive language that he blasted the man's ears with. He was unhappy about the figures shown on the quarterly report of one of his businesses. Profanities flew right and left, and the more he talked, the more brutal he seemed to get.

         This fellow is disgusting--he makes me want to vomit, I thought to myself. Then the memory of my prayer a few days before struck me. Here indeed was another opportunity to pray for an ungodly person so that I could see God remove the individuals burden of sin and the Holy Spirit (through angels) move with power to help that person "in the battle against principalities and powers, the rulers of the darkness of this world, and wicked spirits in high places."

        Unfortunately I had no desire to pray for him, yet I knew that it was the right thing to do, and I made a special effort to pray. "Dear Jesus, I need Your help. I just don't feel like praying for this wicked man. In fact, I would like to walk out of here. You have instructed us to love the unlovable, and for that reason I pray for special help now. Please help me to see this man not as he is now, but as he will be by Your grace on that great day when You will resurrect and the people of Your righteousness."

        Immediately a sense of pity for the man filled my heart, and I continued to pray. 'Wash away the condemnation that he has brought upon himself by his wicked deeds. Break through I pray, the gigantic wall of separation that he has erected to hide himself from Thy face, thereby depriving himself of the sweet peace of our heavenly Father's love and grace.

         "Lord, through the power of Thy Holy Spirit, please rebuke the demonic forces that may have been oppressing this man's mind, driving him to sow misery in the lives of others. And having done this, please surround him with a divine atmosphere of light and peace as Thy Spirit abides with him this day, speaking to his heart of the ways of righteousness. Thank You, Lord, for always hearing my petitions for help to the needy."

         I determined there and then that this man was going to be in my daily prayers. Immediately I felt the powerful presence of the Spirit of God. I should mention here that my Christian experience has never been dependent upon my feelings, but upon a "Thus saith the Lord." At times when the going has been rough I have been tempted to believe that God has left me to carry my burden alone, but in the end I come to see how graciously the Spirit of God (through His angels) was watching over me.

         It wasn't more than five seconds before I witnessed a transformation in the man as great as night and day. His conversation took on a new sense of direction. Instead of talking almost continually and shouting profanities, he softened the tone of his voice and began to speak with what appeared to be intelligent reasoning. Long pauses gave the other person a chance to explain the situation. The conversation closed on what appeared to be a tensionless note, and he hung up the phone.

         His stern expression that had at first appeared as unchangeable as some of those seen on monuments in city parks now softened. A smile took form as he turned toward me. "I am Dennis D." and he stood up behind his desk to extend his hand toward me in a friendly way.

         "Roger Morneau here." I said as I firmly shook his hand. "It's nice meeting you, Roger. It's too bad that you happened to come on a day when everything is running rough." Then he corrected himself. "I shouldn't be giving you the impression that the conversation you have just witnessed is a rare occurrence. To be honest with you, I must admit that I am--I am at times a madman, I am not crazy or deranged in any way, but there is something strange here. I can't understand why I get so steamed up at times over things that no one has any power to change. Such incidents seem to be more frequent and powerful as time passes. Too often I feel an uncontrollable anger building up within, and I lash out at everybody."

         I could tell that the man was deeply distressed by his situation. "If it weren't for the fact that I pay my managers twice as much as they are worth, none of them would work for me."

         Suddenly he realized that he was talking to a complete stranger. "What am I doing, telling you the secrets of my life? Please excuse me for dumping my problems on you. Let's talk advertising."

         "Mr. D, please relax, and trust me," I said, "The very first requirement of my job is to keep in strict confidence whatever my advertisers tell me, and I have successfully done that for years. Quite frequently people tell me things they have told no one else, stating that they feel comfortable in my presence and believe that it is better to open one's heart to a stranger than to someone who knows them well."

         His reply surprised me some, as it was totally unexpected. "Roger, I agree with what your customers say. I can feel a power accompanying you that I don't know exactly how to explain, except to say that it is out of this world. I have never before experienced the peace and quiet that I do now."

         "Thank you, sir, for telling me that. Mr. D. I feel that it is important for me to add that from the moment you began talking over the phone, I turned my heart in prayer to the great Monarch of the galaxies, the Life-giver, asking that He would bless your life with the presence of His Spirit that alone can bring peace and help to those in this world."

         He studied me for a moment, then said, "I gave up on religion and God a long time ago. But today you have given me something to think about: the Monarch of the galaxies and His power to touch people's lives in a meaningful way. I like that thought. Don't get me wrong, I am not thinking of going to church or anything like that, but would you be kind enough to keep me in your prayers? I sure would appreciate that."

         After I assured him that I would be honored to add his name to my prayer list, we then updated his advertising program. As I got up to leave, he said, "Let me walk down with you, as I have to go downstairs anyway." On the way, I asked him how he had built such a fine business operation. His face lit up, and he told stories all the way to the front door. Shaking my hand as we parted, he asked if I would be kind enough to see him at the beginning of the telephone directory canvass the following year.

         I did not work the directory that year, but I found myself visiting the area two years later as division sales manager, and went on that call with the fellow who had the account. The man was delighted to see me again, and was very courteous and while a new ad was being set up, he had me walk with him to another office to meet his accountant.

         After introducing us, he stated that I was the person who had given him a new lease on life, and at the same time saved him a bundle of money, as he no longer had any need "to see his shrink."

         A great transformation had taken place in that individual's life. He was vibrant with the joy of living. On the wall in back of his desk hung a lovely plaque with "Prayer changes things" inscribed on it.

         Indeed it does--and in this particular instance, I am inclined to believe that of all the blessings received, I was the greater beneficiary of the two of us. That prayer experience had straightened out my warped reasoning that for a number of years had kept me from asking for special help for the ungodly. But from that time on, the Lord was able to use me to open the way so that His Spirit could then move in a marvelous manner to benefit the lives of many others.

         This graphically showed just how closely the Lord with His angels desires to work with man for the salvation of those in bondage to Satan, and the powerful and dramatic effect it can have to change lives. Thus it can be seen how both angels and man are servants and messengers, working together to bring salvation to fallen man.

        With this story I will close my presentation. I thank you all for hearing me out. May God bless you all as you seek a deeper relationship with Him. Try what I have suggested and see how the Lord will work in your life to help others."
 
         Once again Roger, thank you for sharing with us just a few of your many experiences. If you, the audience would like to purchase a copy of Roger's book, they will be available out in the foyer after the meeting, as well as books from the other previous speakers we have heard from.  
 
PERSONAL TESTIMONIES:

         Now, as the final presentation for this evening, I would like to bring to you some of the experiences I have come across, as well as a couple of my own, after which I will make some closing remarks. Realize that what we have heard tonight barely scratches the surface about the Providence of God. Ever since Adam and Eve fell, God has been working in the lives of individuals giving them tokens of His interest in their well-being.

         I believe That of all the evidences and witnesses we have listened to in this series, that identify God as the Creator and Author of His Word, personal experiences are the only ones that reach heart and soul, the only ones that intimately demonstrates God's love and care for mankind.

         This next story illustrates this well. It is a story I read in a book by Joan Wester Anderson, well-known author of books about angels. It too is an amazing story.
 
THE TOW TRUCK FROM NOWHERE:

         It was just past midnight on December 24, 1983. The Midwest was shivering through a record-breaking cold spell, complete with gale-force winds and frozen water pipes. And although our suburban Chicago household was filled with the snug sounds of a family at rest, I couldn't be a part of them, not until our twenty-one-year-old-son pulled into the driveway.

         At the moment, Tim and his two roommates were driving home for Christmas, their first trip back since they had moved East last May.

         "Don't worry, Mom," Tim has reassured me over the phone last night. "We're going to leave before dawn tomorrow and drive straight through, we'll be fine!"

         Kids! They do insane things. Under normal circumstances, I figured, a Connecticut-to-Illinois trek ought to take about eighteen hours. But the weather had turned so dangerously cold that radio reports warned against venturing outdoors, even for a few moments. And we had heard nothing from the travelers.

         Distressed, I pictured them on a desolate road. What if they ran into car problems or lost their way? And if they had been delayed, why hadn't Tim phoned?

         Restlessly I paced and prayed in the familiar shorthand all mothers know: God send someone to help them. By now, as I later learned, the trio had stopped briefly in Fort Wayne, Indiana, to deposit Don at his family home.

         Common sense suggested that Tim and Jim stay the rest of the night and resume their trek in the morning. But when does common sense prevail with invincible young adults? There were only four driving hours left to reach home. And although it was the coldest night in Midwest history and the highways were snowy and deserted, the two had started out again.

         They had been traveling for only a few miles on a rural access road to the Indiana toll way, when they noticed that the car's engine seemed sluggish, lurching erratically and dying to ten or fifteen miles per hour.

         Tim glanced uneasily at Jim. "Do not--" the radio announcer intoned, "--repeat--do not venture outside tonight, friends. There's a record wind-chill of eighty below zero, which means that exposed skin will freeze in less than a minute."

         The car surged suddenly, then coughed and slowed again. "Tim," Jim spoke into the darkness, 'we're not going to stall here, are we?" "We can't," Tim answered grimly as he pumped the accelerator. "We'll die for sure." But instead of picking up speed, the engine sputtered, chugged and slowed again.

         About a mile later, at the top of a small incline, the car crawled to a frozen stop. Horrified, Tim and Jim looked at each other in the darkened interior. They could see across the fields in every direction, but, incredibly, theirs was the only vehicle in view.

         For the first time, they faced the fact that they were in enormous danger. There was no traffic, no refuge ahead, not even a farmhouse light blinking in the distance. It was as if they had landed on an alien, snow-covered planet. And the appalling, unbelievable cold! Never in Tim's life had he experienced anything so intense.

         They couldn't run for help; he knew that now for sure. He and Jim were young and strong, but even if shelter was only a short distance away, they couldn't survive. The temperature would kill them in a matter of minutes.

         "Someone will come along soon." Tim said, "You heard the radio. Everyone in the world is inside tonight--except us." "Then what are we going to do?" "I don't know." Tim tried starting the engine again, but the ignition key clicked hopelessly in the silence.
Bone-chilling cold had penetrated the car's interior, and his feet were already growing numb. "Well, God," he prayed, echoing my own distant plea, "You're the only one who can help us now."

         It seemed impossible to stay awake much longer... Then, as if they had already slipped into a dream, they saw headlights flashing at the car's left rear. But that was impossible. For they had seen no twin pinpricks of light in the distance, no hopeful approach.

         Where had the vehicle come from? Had they already died? But no. For, miraculously, someone was knocking on the driver's side window. "Need to be pulled?" In disbelief they heard the muffled shout. But it was true. Their rescuer was driving a tow truck. "Yes! Oh, yes, thanks!"

         Quickly, the two conferred as the driver, saying nothing more, drove around to the front of the car and attached chains. If there were no garages open at this hour, they would ask him to take them back to Don's house, where they could spend the rest of the night.

         Swathed almost completely in a furry parka, hood and a scarf up to his eyes, the driver nodded at their request but said nothing more. He was calm, they noted as he climbed into his truck, seemingly unconcerned about the life threatening circumstances in which he had found them.

         Strange that he's not curious about us, Tim mused, and isn't even explaining where he came from or how he managed to approach without our seeing him.... And had there been lettering on the side of the truck? Tim hadn't noticed any.

         He's going to give us a big bill, on a night like this. I'll have to borrow some money from Don or his dad.... But Tim was exhausted from the ordeal, and gradually, as he leaned against the seat, his thoughts slipped away.

         They passed two locked service stations, stopped to alert Don from a pay phone, and were soon being towed back through the familiar Fort Wayne neighbor- hood. Hushed, Christmas lights long since extinguished and families asleep, Don's still seemed the most welcoming street they had ever been on. The driver maneuvered carefully around the cul-de-sac and pulled up in front of Don's house. Numb with cold, Tim and Jim raced to the side door where Don was waiting, then tumbled into the blessedly warm kitchen, safe at last. Don slammed the door against the icy blast.

         "Hey, what happened?" he began, but Tim interrupted. "The tow-truck driver, Don--I have to pay him. I need to borrow--."

         "Wait a minute." Don frowned, looking past his friends through the window. "I don't see any tow truck out there."

         Tim and Jim turned around. There, parked alone at the curb, was Tim's car. There had been no sound in the crystal-clear night of its release from the chains, no door slam, no chug of an engine pulling away. There had been no bill for Tim to pay, no receipt to sign, no farewell or "Thank you" or "Merry Christmas...."

        Stunned, Tim raced back down the driveway to the curb, but there was no taillights disappearing in the distance, no engine noise echoing through the silent streets, nothing at all to mark the tow truck's presence.

         Then Tim saw the tire tracks traced in the windblown snowdrifts. But there was only one set of marks ringing the cul-de-sac curve. And they belonged to Tim's car. (Where Angels Walk, pp 133-135, Joan Wester Anderson)
 
SAVED FROM A VICIOUS DOG:

         Vicki with her toddler son Joey was passing out 'Jesus Is Coming" papers along a residential street one day in Tijuana, Mexico. Suddenly she heard a growl behind and turned to see a large dog running toward her with fangs barred and blood in his eye. She saw that he was going to attack her and her son. She grabbed Joey up and held him to her breast, turning away from the dog so that her body was between the dog and Joey.

         She turned her head to see what the dog was doing and saw him leap in the air toward her. She prayed for protection. Suddenly it seemed as though everything stopped happening.

        She saw the dog suspended in mid-air over her right shoulder, just hanging there as if suspended by a wire. To her amazement she saw the dog then backed down from where he had jumped landing in a crouched position with a very surprised and puzzled look on his face as if wondering what had happened.

        Suddenly the dog became terrified and took off running with his tail between his legs. There is no question in Vicki's mind that an angel protected them from what could have been a horrible accident.
 
RESCUE ON A MOUNTAIN CURVE:

         Dale and his girlfriend Artie were traveling east of San Diego on a date, headed for the mountains. As they wound their way up a canyon and came to a place where the road made a sharp curve to the left around a steep stone faced hill, suddenly coming around the bend from the other direction, was a car headed straight for them on their side of the road.

         There was no where for them to go but right toward the right edge of the road which dropped off a sharp cliff. Dale pulled over on the shoulder as far as he could to avoid the oncoming car driven by a man who was drunk, but to no avail. In desperation he turned more to the right and felt the car drop slightly as the right wheels went completely off the road into the air.

         The other car careened behind them narrowly missing them and plunged over the cliff. Instantly Dale pulled the car back onto the highway and stopped. He knew something astounding had just happened and went back to look for the other car and for tire tracks to confirm what he thought happened. Sure enough, he could see where his car skidded off the road and where the tire tracks left the road and then came back onto the road. This experience went with him for the rest of his life as a witness to God's protecting care.
 
Warning of Danger:

         Margaret walked the dog every morning; Her husband, Paul (not their real names), did so at night. There was a small park across the busy street in front of their house, and Paul usually took the dog there. He was a reserved man who enjoyed solitude and rarely showed his emotions.

        About nine one April evening, Paul and the dog started out on their customary jaunt. "I'm never in the garage after dinner," Margaret relates. "But that night, I happened to go there for something. The garage door was open even though it was almost dark outside. I had a perfect view of Paul going down our driveway to the sidewalk." Paul had to wait a few moments until there was a break in the traffic. While he was standing there, Margaret heard a voice calling. "Paul!" That was all. "It was a male voice, the kindest-sounding voice I'd ever heard," she says.

         There is shrubbery alongside our driveway, and I assumed our next-door neighbor, hidden from my view by the garage wall and the foliage, was calling Paul.

         "But I know his voice, and this wonderful voice was not his. A second later I remembered that the neighbor wasn't home." Paul did not appear to have heard the voice. Maybe it had been her imagination. Or the sound of the wind? But there was no wind. Someone in a passing car? But the voice had been coming from her direction, as if the caller was near. Puzzled, Margaret wondered what, if anything she should do.

         Again, as her husband started to step down from the curb, the kind voice called his name. "Paul!" Now Margaret saw Paul stop. Had he heard the voice this time? Incredibly, a large tree in the park started to fall. Down it came, almost in slow motion, until, with a loud crash, it came to rest across the park path, its highest branches lying almost into the street. The spot was where Paul always walked, where he would have been at that moment had a voice not delayed him. Stunned, Margaret stared at the tree.

         Paul, in his usual unemotional manner, crossed the street, went around the tree, looked at it for a moment, and continued on his way. But by the time he returned he had a chance to think. "Someone called my name," he said to Margaret. "It happened twice. Did you hear the voice?" "Yes. I wondered if you had." "But there wasn't anyone around, unless you saw someone." "No, I didn't," Margaret told him. "And from the garage, I would have had a good view."

         They looked at each other. "Well, then," Paul said in his usual calm fashion, "it had to have been my guardian angel." (Where Angels Walk, pp 133-135, Joan Wester Anderson)
 
TWO PERSONAL EXPERIENCES:

         The last two experiences I will tell you tonight are my personal testimony of how God helped me in times of need. Although not life threatening experiences, or nearly as dramatic as what you have heard, they have many times over the years encouraged me when I was tempted to doubt that God really cared about me.

When The Car Stopped:

         It was July of 1942 that I, at the age of 18 years faced a crisis in my life about whether to marry a girl whom I loved and had gone with for several years. Her folks had been pressuring us to get married for some time, but I did not feel like I was ready for such as a responsibility, for my goal was to go to college and become a minister.

         Finally because of my love for her, and because of the pressure brought upon us by her parents, I reluctantly consented and we became engaged. Plans for the wedding were made, announcements were printed, and a wedding shower given for the girl.

         Now the pressure became intense, but I still did not feel right about the situation. "Then too, My parents were not in favor of the marriage primarily because of my age and because I was not emotionally mature. They felt that it would be a big mistake.

         I felt that I must call off the wedding, but could not do it. Each day that passed increased my apprehensions but I could not call it off. As the wedding shower was given, and the mailing of the announcements were prepared for mailing, the pressure became intense.

         I needed help, divine help from above. I prayed earnestly and decided I had to go see her and tell her how I felt, for she knew nothing about my feelings. And above all I did not want to hurt her. I knew if I called off the wedding now it would break her heart. Then too, I still was not sure my own mind whether I should break off with her. I dreaded facing her, for fear of changing my mind when I saw her, for I really loved her.

         I earnestly pleaded with the Lord to help me, to give me some sign so that I would know one way or the other what His will was in this matter. I asked the Lord that if I was not to marry her, that he would give me an unmistakable sign that I could not just pass off as happenstance.

         Having done this, I got into my little 1931 Buick and headed down the twenty some miles to see her, not knowing what my decision would be. As I was driving up a road that wound between some hills, all at once the engine quit, just like someone had turned off the ignition switch. I coasted off to the side of the road wondering what had happened.

         Being of mechanical bent, I got out, lifted the hood and checked the wiring to the coil, but all seemed fine. Next I took off the distributor cap with the 8 wires going to the spark plugs, to look at the points which open and close making the spark which fires the spark plugs.  And lo, to my amazement, a part called the rotor, which distributes the spark to each of the 8 spark plugs as it rotates on a shaft was laying down along side the points. Now the rotor fits snugly on a shaft that come up from the engine through the distributor. It has lobs or bumps on it which open and close the points in the distributor. The rotor fits down on the end of the shaft about 1/2 to 1 inch. The only way that rotor could have come off is for it to have broken, or for the distributor cap to have come off, neither of which happened.

         I stood there dumfounded at how God had answered my prayer. There was no way that I could write this off as having just happened by coincidence. That was the first of two signs the Lord gave me indicating that I was to break off the plans for the wedding.

         "Amazed at what had just happened, I put the rotor back on the shaft, snapped the cap back into place, and got back into the car. It started up instantly and ran perfectly for the next several miles.

         I had just turned a corner at an intersection after stopping for a stop sign, when the car began to act up again, but this time differently. It acted like it was out of gas, even though the tank registered 3/4's full. I pulled over to the side, lifted the hood for the second time, wondering what had happened now. I took the gas line loose thinking that maybe some dirt had gotten into the line, but it was clean. While the gas line was disconnected, I turned the engine over with the starter to see if the fuel pump was working, and it pumped a healthy stream of gas. I replaced line back on the carburetor and started the car, which again ran perfectly.

         It was with a heavy but relieved heart that I continued on to see my girl to tell her what my decision had to be. But the closer I got to her home, the worse it was for me. I could not face her. Finally, one block from where she lived, I stopped at a phone booth and called her. She never knew that I was so close. Eventually she married and had three girls. But I know that I had made the right decision because the Lord through circumstances lovingly guided me when I needed help.

The Lost Is Found:

         It was the summer of 1946. I was a young man of 18 years. I had hired himself out to farmers in the summer to work in the vast rice fields in northern California. At the time of this incident, I was hired to mow a 700 acre field of alfalfa. I began very early in the morning running the tractor until late that night by tractor lights. About 11:00 that night I pulled the tractor back into the barn, got into my car and drove to where I was staying.

         As I began to empty my pockets to take off my clothes and prepare for bed, I realized to my consternation that my wallet was not in my pocket. Of course this greatly concerned me as you know, for all my money and valuable identification cards were in that wallet. I immediately went out to my car to see if perchance it had slipped out of my pocket while I was driving home. It was not there. I had trouble sleeping that night worried as to how or if I was going to find it.

         I prayed about it, but admit that I did not have very much faith. Very early the next morning, I got into my car and drove back to the farm, retracing my steps to the tractor, but it was nowhere to be seen. The worse case scenario had happened. My wallet was out in that 700 acre field somewhere, and to make matters worse, it would probably be buried and covered by the mowed alfalfa.

         It is hard to imagine the helpless feeling I had as I headed out into the field which seemed to me endless. Where could my wallet be? Where should I begin to look? Talk about a needle in a haystack, this was much worse, for I had no idea when the wallet slipped out of my pocket.

         With these thoughts racing through my mind, I wandered aimlessly out into the field, looking and walking aimlessly back and forth toward the center, but of course there was no wallet to be seen. But I continued for a time, offering silent prayers as I walked. Finally the futility of looking any further was obvious and I just gave up.

         Standing in the vast expanse of the field, I bowed my head, asking for help one last time. As I finished and opened my eyes, to my utter amazement there not three feet away was my wallet. I could not believe my eyes, for I had just looked over this area over before I prayed.

         You can believe that that day I was one very happy person, thanking and praising God for this wonderful answer to my heartfelt prayers. Many times since that time, when I get discouraged, I look back on this experience as living proof that God is always with us and never forsakes us even when all seems lost.
 
SUMMARY:

         The visible, tangible Miracles and divine interventions we have listened to tonight, demonstrate God's unfathomable love and desire to save not only our physical lives, but more important our spiritual lives.

         You may never have had an experience as dramatic as those you heard tonight, but each of us has, without doubt, been sustained by the omnipotent hand of God from the very time we were conceived. We will never know, until we reach the earth made new, and talk to our guardian angel, how many times we were protected and at times delivered from certain death or injury.

         Every breath we take is at His allowance. Every beat of our heart is because of His love for us. All nature proclaims God's love. The beautiful flower in the field, the birds song, all the myriad of animals, the colorful butterfly, and creatures of the sea. The trees of the forest, the waving grain and verdant fields of green all tell us God is love. His blessings each and every moment of every day, tell us He cares. The gorgeous sunset, the blue sky and billowing white clouds, high majestic mountains and even the power of a storm and the roar of the ocean, assures us He is watching over us, and bespeaks the incomparable love of our Heavenly Father, who gave us all these things created by His only begotten Son.

         By comparison, we know without question, that if God would allow the enemy to have his way with us, we would all be living or dead corpses, subjects of Satan's kingdom until death overtook us. Is not this proof of God's power to keep and save us THE GREATEST WITNESS OF ALL about His character, which is love?

         Today, the Great Controversy between Christ and Satan is being played out each and every day in each and every individual in the world. Heavenly angels are working with great haste to bring God's last warnings and messages to mankind before the world, before the man's probation forever closes.

         They are working behind the scenes, as our secret agents, unseen by human eyes, helping people in need, in times of crisis, giving strength to those struggling in mortal combat against an enemy who seeks their destruction.

         On the other side, now, more than ever before, Satan and his angels are moving in force to deceive and delude the whole world with his sophistries and false science and theories. Evolution and the origins of man are just the culmination of his work of evil. The work of his angels in spiritualistic displays, displaying their abilities through paranormal manifestations are gearing up the world for Satan's great and final master delusion which is soon to burst upon the world--the personation of Christ's second coming.
 
AS WE END THIS LECTURE SERIES:

         Now that we have come to the end of this series of talks, and presented our evidence supporting Creation. it is time to now reconsider what we have learned.

         First we recognize that God must deem it time for the world to know the truth, bringing out into the light truths that have laid hidden almost from time immemorial, that now it is time for the world to know. As the usurped ruler and prince of this world Satan has had his way too long. He as been allowed thousands of years to demonstrate what kind of a government he has, which in the beginning he claimed was better than God's. He has propagated his lies as truth. His theory of evolution and how things came into being is just the latest of his many delusions aimed at deceiving mankind and causing them to lose eternal life.

         Our first speaker, Roger Morneau told us how in the 1700's Satan called together his evil angels to a council meeting. How he discussed with them his strategy to deceive the world in the coming new world order. How he told them he would introduce a new theory called evolution, and how he would provide a false science to back it up. He said that through this means he would seek to discredit and destroy God and His Holy Word. Now 300 years later, w can see how successful he has been as unholy finite minds have bought his lies to the attention of the world.

         We have seen on each Saturday night for the last eleven weeks how God had made his move to bring out the truth and unmask the enemy. We have let this truth bear witness that there is a God and that He is who He says He is, and that the Bible is His Word.

         We heard Jonathan Gray present the witness of anthropology and were amazed at the evidence presented. Equally amazing are the findings of Ron Wyatt and the witness of Archaeology. We marveled at Robert Gentry's findings about the plutonium halos which prove that granite rock the backbone of the earth came into being instantly.

         We then heard cosmic scientist Dr. Dan Smoot tell us about the evidence from the cosmos that supports an instant creation of our universe, and that an infinite, fiat, all powerful mind is the only plausible answer to explain how it all came into being. he showed how the 'big bang" may in fact be the moment when God created the universe.

         As George Vandeman presented his information, we saw how all nature on planet earth witnesses and bespeaks God's existence. I then gave the eighth lecture about the witness of mathematics, in which I shared with you the work of Ivan Panin and his findings on the number seven and its multiples as seen throughout the Bible.  We came back the next week to listen to Ron Wyatt as he came back a second time and discussed the witness of Israel's history.

         We then heard from Jim Pinkoski, who walked us through how even evolution supports the creation of our earth. This was followed by my presentation about the witness of fulfillment of Bible Prophecy. And now tonight we have heard about the personal testimony of people who have felt God's guiding hand.

         If after hearing all this, there is anyone in our audience who still believes in evolution and a slowly evolving universe, I fear for that person's soul. They are in grave danger of losing eternal life. To believe in a false theory over the Word of God is to resist God's truth, in effect calling Him a liar. Whatever reason you have for not letting the Spirit of truth, which is God's Holy Spirit, impress their minds, I beg of you for your sake, wake up to the truth. Grieve not God's Spirit. Pray for the truth to be revealed to you. You have not a moment to lose.
FINALLY:

        So, my friends and students we have come to the end of what I think you will agree was a very stimulating and thought provoking symposium series. In conclusion I would like to ask a question of those who still may be unconvinced about God and His book the Holy Bible. How do you answer the evidence presented by the God of heaven against evolution and men's claim that He does not exist? Where is your evidence? You CANNOT present a single shred of proof that can stand against the truth.

         God has effectively unmasked the enemy so that all may know the truth. "Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free." God is escalating His evidence, vindicating His word with proof that cannot be denied. No doubt there is still more evidence to come. But if not, God has already provided enough for anyone who wants to know the truth.

         In this time of the end of this world, God has brought forth His evidence against the carefully contrived machinations of the enemy, so that no detractor of truth will have anything left to say in defense of their beliefs. The witnesses we have heard from night to night proves that: THERE IS A GOD! AND HE IS WHO HE SAYS HE IS. HE IS REVEALING TO ALL THE UNBELIEVING WORLD HIS PRESENCE IN SUCH A WAY AS TO LEAVE NO DOUBT IN ANYONE'S MIND. LET THOSE WHO MAINTAIN THERE IS NO GOD DENY HIS EXISTENCE IF THEY WILL. GOD WILL BE VINDICATED, AND HIS EXISTENCE KNOWN AND RECOGNIZED BY THE WHOLE WORLD.

         Each of you who have attended this series is individually accountable for the light that has been brought to your attention. Each of us is standing before the judgment bar of God. Each of us is being asked to decide whom he will serve. At stake is your eternal life or death. This depends upon you alone and what choice you make.

         God has never, and will not now force anyone to serve Him. He is calling and wooing each of us now to form a loving relationship with Him, a relationship that will go on for eternity. Where there will be eternal bliss and joy, without pain or sorrow of any kind, and no more death and heartache.

         Will you my friends this evening accept of this wondrous gift made possible by our Savior, the gift of His life to save yours? Eternal life is waiting your decision. Do not put Him off any longer. Let His Holy Spirit come into your heart. Ask and seek Him with all your heart and you will find Him. You will either be His or you will not. The decision is yours alone.

         By now you can see that my primary purpose in bringing this seminar to you was to hopefully bring you to a point of decision for God by unfolding the evidence of His fantastic, unfathomable love. Will you not accept Him today? That is the question!

         I thank you for your support during this series and wish you all God's speed. If you have any questions, I will remain here after the meeting to try and answer them. Perhaps, if you are interested we might in the future have another series.  
 
In Closing--Most Important To Understand:

         It is most imperative and necessary for our eternal future, for each of us to know the truth about God in a personal way. Through the various witnesses He is bringing truth to us. I hope and pray that this series has accomplished its purpose in your life and opened up your mind so that you will no longer have to question about the true origin of this earth and the fallacy of evolution. If these meetings have accomplished this, then they have fulfilled their purpose.

         It is our hope and prayer that each of you now have a clearer view of the great controversy and the battle that is being waged for your soul. If any of you in our audience have not made your peace with God, we hope that you will do so. Jesus is coming very soon, will you be ready to meet Him? May God bless you as you continue to seek for truth and light.