Leading of The Spirit-Part 9
Posted By on Monday, February 22, 2016
Those were the days when the Algiers, the Arabs cut the throats of the Westerners, Frenchmen in particular, by the hundreds. This is true, you were not safe anywhere, and I had a few narrow escapes. And there the Spirit of God changed this inner presence into this warning, but in Rome, I had the witness, the assurance that I was in the will of God. So no matter what would have happened, I could have said, “I am in the will of God.” I do not know what I would do without the witness of the Spirit of God, and His assurance.
One year I was going to Buenos Aires. I was just going to go on an Argentine Airlines flight. I went to the airport in New York. I had two suitcases in my hand, a cabin bag over my shoulder, and walked into the International Departure Hall. As I walked in, I got an increasing consciousness of the presence of the Spirit. It became so strong that I put my cases down and my bag, and stood there.
I said, “Father, what is this?” The presence got stronger. I think it was the strongest I have ever experienced. Such a strong assurance, that I stood there midst hundreds of people milling about. I stood there, and remember saying in my heart, “One thing I know, I am in the center of the will of God, going to Argentina.” I said, “If I ever traveled in the will of God, this is it.” I knew it, and I stood there awhile. I did not know what else to do. Very gradually it subsided, so I picked up my bags, checked in and went on my way. It took quite awhile before this presence was gone. Again I said, “One thing I know, I am in the center of the will of God, come what may.”
We arrived in Havana. I had never been there before. It was a refueling stop. The passengers got off and I thought, “I will walk out of the building and look around a bit.” So I browsed around and came back to the airport. There was a big commotion and I could not get through. I recognized a passenger and said, “Sir, are you on the Argentine flight?” He said, “Yes.” I said, “What is going on here?” He said, “Don’t you know?” I said, “No, what is happening?” He responded, “The Cubans, Castro is taking our plane from us.” Those were the days when Americans were stopped and slapped into jail for no reason whatsoever, except hostility toward everything American. “Castro is taking our plane from us.” I said, “What are we going to do?” “Nobody knows,” he answered.
I was there awhile, and Castro’s soldiers: dirty, bearded, sloppy. In those days, beards were not the fashion. They were sloppy with submachine guns slung under their arms. Some had rifles. Some kind of an officer gave an order, and I was told what it means was that all the passengers from this plane were to line up single file. This did not sound good. We had to line up, one behind the other. Castro’s soldiers stood on this side, all with their submachine guns and automatic rifles, with facing each other.
One year I was going to Buenos Aires. I was just going to go on an Argentine Airlines flight. I went to the airport in New York. I had two suitcases in my hand, a cabin bag over my shoulder, and walked into the International Departure Hall. As I walked in, I got an increasing consciousness of the presence of the Spirit. It became so strong that I put my cases down and my bag, and stood there.
I said, “Father, what is this?” The presence got stronger. I think it was the strongest I have ever experienced. Such a strong assurance, that I stood there midst hundreds of people milling about. I stood there, and remember saying in my heart, “One thing I know, I am in the center of the will of God, going to Argentina.” I said, “If I ever traveled in the will of God, this is it.” I knew it, and I stood there awhile. I did not know what else to do. Very gradually it subsided, so I picked up my bags, checked in and went on my way. It took quite awhile before this presence was gone. Again I said, “One thing I know, I am in the center of the will of God, come what may.”
We arrived in Havana. I had never been there before. It was a refueling stop. The passengers got off and I thought, “I will walk out of the building and look around a bit.” So I browsed around and came back to the airport. There was a big commotion and I could not get through. I recognized a passenger and said, “Sir, are you on the Argentine flight?” He said, “Yes.” I said, “What is going on here?” He said, “Don’t you know?” I said, “No, what is happening?” He responded, “The Cubans, Castro is taking our plane from us.” Those were the days when Americans were stopped and slapped into jail for no reason whatsoever, except hostility toward everything American. “Castro is taking our plane from us.” I said, “What are we going to do?” “Nobody knows,” he answered.
I was there awhile, and Castro’s soldiers: dirty, bearded, sloppy. In those days, beards were not the fashion. They were sloppy with submachine guns slung under their arms. Some had rifles. Some kind of an officer gave an order, and I was told what it means was that all the passengers from this plane were to line up single file. This did not sound good. We had to line up, one behind the other. Castro’s soldiers stood on this side, all with their submachine guns and automatic rifles, with facing each other.
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