It
was June 8, 1958. They were singing a song of invitation. Mark Andrews, my Air
Force buddy from Korea, who had gotten saved, and then been instrumental in my
conversion (as well as my mother’s), was visiting, and standing next to me. I
knew from the day of my salvation, God wanted me to preach, but was always
fearful to make it known. We were standing in the back row of the church. Some
800 people were there that day. As they sang, I whispered to Mark, “I believe
God has called me to preach, but I can’t speak well before people.” My dear
friend said nothing. He simply put down his songbook, took up his Bible, and
turned to Exodus 4:10-12. Then he handed it to me, saying, “Read this.”
“And
Moses said unto the Lord, O my Lord, I am not
eloquent, neither heretofore, nor
since thou hast spoken
unto thy servant: but I am slow of
speech, and of a slow
tongue. And the Lord said unto him,Who hath made man’s
mouth?
or who maketh the dumb, or deaf, or the seeing,
or the blind? have not I the Lord? Now
therefore go, and I
will be with thy mouth, and teach thee
what thou shalt say.”
Needless
to say, that was all it took. I went forward, took my pastor’s hand, and told
him God had called me to preach. It has now been fifty-four years since that
memorable day, and I’ve never regretted my decision once. There have been dark,
dark times; but the good ones have shone so brightly, they made me forget most
of bad ones. Multiplied hundreds have been saved, countless Christians have had
their lives turned around, and scores of young people have entered the
ministry.
Dear
Lord, thank you for Your call upon my life, and thank you for bringing Mark
into it at the two most important times—at my conversion and my call. Wherever
he is, whatever he may be doing, give him an extra blessing today, just for me.
Thank you. Amen.