This is a true story of how God rescued a wayward trucker only to use him to make an impact throughout the inner streets of America, which branched into ministry worldwide.
DIVINE ENCOUNTERS
I am a retired over-the-road truck driver. In my 43-years in the industry, I have had many supernatural encounters with the living God that would make one rethink the law of physics.
I am sharing one of those encounters with you in this story, which I pray will cause you to take a measuring stick off of the God who declares in Ephesians that he can do exceedingly abundantly more than our three-pound human mind can imagine.
In 1995, after suffering from a nervous condition for more than seven years, I returned to ministry, taking the CB radio call sign “The Guardian Angel.”
I used this call sign, or we call it “handle” in trucker language, because while in this nightmare that seemed there was no end to where I would wake up with my fingers drawn up like someone with severe arthritis, the Lord sent Angels to me just like the TV series “Touched By An Angel.”
Yes, these messengers from God who identified themselves to me as being sent by the “Lord God Jehovah,” used his name with Holy reverence while speaking to me.
When I came back to ministry, God opened doors for me in radio and TV. Did you know that he would perform creative miracles through my programs without my knowledge?
This caused the stations to be flooded with calls and letters. I never used my real name in any of my programs, outreaches, or magazine articles written about me.
My thought was, “If God thinks that much of me to allow me to meet Angels on several occasions, significantly when I believed death would be a gift to me through all the heartache, rejection and mistreatment I had to endure since a young teen, I would use the name, “Guardian Angel.
I used that name in everything I did in his ministry, and that is why I feel led to share this true story of how God chose to use me in such a way that many people were left shaking their heads and rethinking their relationship with God.
God opened doors for me to minister for over twenty years, wearing my original Indiana Jones hat throughout the inner cities of America, including Knoxville, Tennessee, and Atlanta, Georgia.
My Indiana Jones hat did not back down from the gangs but won their hearts as it led me into crack houses, under bridges, and abandoned houses, bringing clothes, food, and words of encouragement to people selling themselves to have food.
In Atlanta, Georgia, I made friends with an elderly gentleman known as Mr. Roosevelt, and for 12.5 years, I treated him as my daddy. I never let any street people see that I was a minister, and all they knew was that I was different from others they had met.
The little bit of martial arts I learned in my youth helped me win some of the street skirmishes I had to encounter to win their hearts. I remember being surrounded by a dangerous gang that was closing in on me when the Lord prompted me to walk up to the ring leader and speak with him.
I knew my life was in danger, so I opened my mouth to say in a stern tone, “I have danced with the big boys, and you are not going to be able to show me a dance that I have not danced to, so, do you want to lead the dance, or do you want me to?
By then, the whole gang was all around me, and there I stood wearing my brave Indiana Jones hat full of God’s presence as I said, “Do you want me to tell you why I do what I do in these lonely streets, to which he replied, Yes, I do.
I said, "I do this to these hurting people because Almighty God had every reason in the world to throw me into the trash can, and he decided not to."
The gang leader could not hold back the tears as he looked into my eyes and said, “You are a good man.” After that little incident, I was given an open door to minister throughout the streets of Atlanta, Georgia, and could not take enough Bibles, clothes, and supplies. It was then that I realized it does not matter to people what you do until they can see how much you care.
The Guardian Angel wearing the Indiana Jones hat won the hearts of the street people and the law. There was a time when the news media there watched over my big truck while I took a fruit basket to a prostitute in Grady Hospital.
The prostitute had sent word to me that she was in there and wished for me to see her and make plans to remarry her to her former husband.
The story I wanted to tell you goes like this: “It was in the middle 1990s that I had just pulled onto a certified truck scale at the “76” truck stop on Interstate I-20, which runs from North Carolina through Atlanta, Georgia, into West Texas. I was told by the fuel clerk that the scale's computer was not reading.
After parking my rig, I informed the clerk that I would be at the chapel until they figured out the source of the breakdown. The clerk told me it was a rare occurrence and she would wait a few minutes to try again.
The moment my foot touched the first step at the door of the trucker's chapel, I heard the whisper of the Holy Spirit say, “I want you to pray for someone to be delivered from demons of alcohol today.”
I felt in my spirit that this ministering was imminent, and I proceeded into the chapel with my heart and spirit girded to do battle. I was a very well-known chaplain with The Association of Christian Truckers and was welcomed by the chaplain who resided over the chapel.
Once inside, l declared the word the Lord had given to me. The Chaplain informed me that there were five other ministers, at that moment, in the truck stop's restaurant dealing with a young man who had that very problem!
Suddenly, I was startled as the chapel doors opened, and in came a procession of ministers, accompanying a young man who fit the stereotype of an alcoholic, smell and all.
The clergymen informed me that God had moved separately on each of their hearts to minister at this truck stop, and by prompting of his Spirit, they were led to this tormented individual.
The young man had refused to respond so far. They were frustrated and wanted me to minister to the man because they knew the reputation of the trucker known as the Guardian Angel.
I walked over to the young man, empowered by the word of the Lord, and said, “Young man! God has gone to a lot of trouble for you! He has even broken a certified scale to get me in here!
There are five area preachers here just for you! He is so concerned about you, young man, and you act like you don’t care!!! You’re wasting their time and mine! Tearing up a scale where I can’t even get weighed...” Just For Your Soul... And You Will Not Respond!!!
“Let me tell you what you need to do right now! If you don’t respond to God’s call and bow to His authority, you better drink all the water you can! 'Cause there isn’t be any water where you're headed!”
The Spirit of God moved on that boy! He broke and said, “Preacher...pray for me.” I gently took his hand to pray, and such a move of The SPIRIT of CHRIST was manifested in him that he broke out in chills and goose bumps of sweat.
I could intensely sense the presence of the demonic force gripping the young man. With the confidence of the anointing on and in me, I cried out loudly, “Devil, you heard him say with his spirit that he wants free! He wants God’s salvation offered through God’s Son, JESUS CHRIST.
Now devil…I don’t think you want to argue with this!” A sigh of relief passed over the young man as he was delivered. At that moment, the glow of God’s glory appeared on his face as he exclaimed, “Preacher, I feel clean!” Mini-revival broke out in the little trailer chapel as they all rejoiced at what God had done in this young man’s life!
I was amazed when I checked with the fuel desk and was now pulling my rig on a now working scale, reflecting on how the LORD had temporarily broken a certified scale to save and deliver a precious soul.
I am constantly amazed at God's incredible ways, especially the added value that God places upon a soul who will either be with him in eternity or be separated from his presence forever and be cast into the lake of fire on that great day when all will stand before him and give an account of their life lived here on earth.
(2 Peter 3:9) “The Lord is not slack concerning His promise, but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.”
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Reviewed by JoAnne Cromp
1/5/2024
For an absolute time as this Brother!! He is the way, the truth and the life and He is leading you into places you never dreamed. To God be ALL THE GLORY!!!
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