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    It doesn t take much of a man to be a Christian...It takes all of him. God Knows Where You Are (By Ken Gaub - Yakima, Washington) Call unto me, and I will
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      It doesn't take much of a man to be a Christian...It takes all of him.


      God Knows Where You Are
      (By Ken Gaub - Yakima, Washington)

      "Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and show thee great and mighty
      things, which thou knowest not." - Jer 33:3

      Do you believe that God not only loves you, but knows where you are
      and what you're doing every minute of the day?

      I certainly do after an amazing experience I had several years ago.
      At the time I was driving on 1-75 near Dayton, Ohio, with my wife and
      children. We turned off the highway for a rest and refreshment stop.
      My wife Barbara and children went into the restaurant. I suddenly
      felt the need to stretch my legs, so waved them off ahead saying I'd
      join them later. I bought a soft drink, and as I walked toward a
      Dairy Queen, feelings of self-pity enshrouded my mind. I loved the
      Lord and my ministry, but I felt drained, burdened. My cup was empty.

      Suddenly the impatient ringing of a telephone nearby jarred me out of
      my doldrums. It was coming from a phone booth at a service station on
      the corner. Wasn't anyone going to answer the phone?

      Noise form the traffic flowing through the busy intersection must
      have drowned out the sound because the service station attendant
      continued looking after his customers, oblivious to the incessant
      ringing.

      "Why doesn't somebody answer that phone?" I muttered. I began
      reasoning. It may be important. What if it's an emergency? Curiosity
      overcame my indifference. I stepped inside the booth and picked up
      the phone. "Hello," I said casually and took a big sip of my drink.
      The operator said:" Long distance call for Ken Gaub."

      My eyes widened, and I almost choked on a chunk of ice. Swallowing
      hard, I said, "You're crazy!" Then realizing I shouldn't speak to an
      operator like that, I added, "This can't be! I was walking down the
      road, not bothering anyone, and the phone was ringing... "Is Ken Gaub
      there?" the operator interrupted, "I have a long distance call for
      him."

      It took a moment to gain control of my babbling, but I finally
      replied, "Yes, he is here." Searching for a possible explanation, I
      wondered if I could possibly be on Candid Camera! Still shaken,
      perplexed, I asked, "How in the world did you reach me here? I was
      walking down the road, the pay phone started ringing, and I just
      answered it on chance. You can't mean me."

      "Well," the operator asked, "is Mr. Gaub there or isn't he?" "Yes, I
      am Ken Gaub," I said, finally convinced by the tone of her voice that
      the call was real. Then I heard another voice say, "Yes, that's him,
      operator. That's Ken Gaub."

      I listened dumbfounded to a strange voice identify herself. "I'm
      Millie from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. You don't know me, Mr. Gaub,
      but I'm desperate. Please help me."

      "What can I do for you?"

      She began weeping. Finally she regained control and continued. "I was
      about to commit suicide, had just finished writing a note, when I
      began to pray and tell God I really didn't want to do this. Then I
      suddenly remembered seeing you on television and thought if I could
      just talk to you, you could help me. I knew that was impossible
      because I didn't know how to reach you, I didn't know anyone who
      could help me find you. Then some numbers came to my mind, and I
      scribbled them down."

      At this point she began weeping again, and I prayed silently for
      wisdom to help her. She continued, "I looked at the numbers and
      thought, 'Wouldn't it be wonderful if I had a miracle from God, and
      He has given me Ken's phone number?' I decided to try calling it. I
      can't believe I'm talking to you. Are you in your office in
      California?" I replied, "Lady, I don't have an office in California.
      My office is in Yakima, Washington." A little surprised, she
      asked, "Oh really, then where are you?" "Don't you know?" I
      responded. "You made the call." She explained, "But I don't even know
      what area I'm calling. I just dialed the number that I had on this
      paper." "Ma'am, you won't believe this, but I'm in a phone booth in
      Dayton, Ohio!" "Really?" she exclaimed. "Well, what are you doing
      there?" I kidded her gently, "Well, I'm answering the phone. It was
      ringing as I walked by, so I answered it."

      Knowing this encounter could only have been arranged by God, I began
      to counsel the woman. As she told me of her despair and frustration,
      the presence of the Holy Spirit flooded the phone booth giving me
      words of wisdom beyond my ability. In a matter of moments, she prayed
      the sinner's prayer and met the One who would lead her out of her
      situation into a new life.

      I walked away from that telephone booth with an electrifying sense of
      our heavenly Father's concern for each of His children. What were the
      astronomical odds of this happening? With all the millions of phones
      and innumerable combinations of numbers, only an all-knowing God
      could have caused that woman to call that number in that phone booth
      at that moment in time.

      Forgetting my drink and nearly bursting with exhilaration, I headed
      back to my family, wondering if they would believe my story. Maybe I
      better not tell this, I thought, but I couldn't contain it. "Barb,
      you won't believe this! God knows where I am!"

      GOD ALSO KNOWS WHERE YOU ARE. PLACE YOURSELF IN HIS HANDS,
      CONCENTRATE ON KNOWING HIS WILL FOR YOUR LIFE, AND HE WILL NEVER
      FORSAKE OR FORGET YOU.
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