Me:  Wait up Prodigal!

 

Prodigal:  I have to hurry to catch the trolley!  I am late!

 

Me:  Let’s get seated and then I will share a story with you while we wait for the next stop.

 

This story is from the Voices of the Faithful by Beth Moore

 

I was scheduled to meet American volunteers for dinner.  Planning to take a taxi into town.  I left about 15 minutes before the meeting time.  As I closed the door behind me, my heart sank as I realized that I had locked my money and keys inside.  Walking into town would take 45 minutes, so all I could do was pray for the Lord’s help to get there on time.

I jogged my way to the road and heard a sound clamoring behind me.  Whoosh!  An old man riding a motorcycle with a rickety sidecar attached, flew past me down the narrow road.  Then, for no apparent reason, the man roared to a stop about 20 feet in front of me.  He turned in his seat, looked me straight in the eyes and waved for me to come.

My heart pounding, I heard him shout, “Where do you want to go?”  “I don’t have any money,”  I shouted back, fairly sure he would drive off.  The driver gave me a toothless grin and replied.  “No problem.  Where do you want to go?”

I told him my destination, and the man pointed at his empty sidecar.  I hopped onto the little seat and white-knuckled the handle as the man took off toward town.  Ten minutes later, we arrived in town.  As I rushed to the meeting place, the team was walking up.  I couldn’t stop smiling the entire evening, thankful to serve a real God who hears and answers even our smallest requests.—A worker in East Asia.

 

I love the Lord, because He hears my voice and my supplications.  Because He has inclined His ear to me, therefore I shall call upon Him as long as I live.

Psalm 116:1-2

 

Jennifer Van Allen

www.theprodigalpig.com

www.faithincounseling.org