my bed. Just as I suspected, her two kids divided up the rest of my dinner; which, of course, had been cooked for them anyway. This woman prayed at the table; she was in some kind of distress. Her man never did show up. I slept dry and warm, 'Blessed by the Best', and thanked God for the day. I had a large print King James Holy Bible given to me by Pastor Steve's assistant, Pastor William and his wife, Cathy. We had talked for hours about the old man dying; about becoming a new creature in Christ Jesus. I wondered if I could ever be like William and Cathy. Could I really become Holiness like they were? Oh, how I longed for that type of faith! Kneeling by my bed like I saw the woman's kids do, my thoughts went back to the hotel blast. What was my life all about? Questions flooded my mind. Then the presence of the Lord filled the room. I could not speak; I could not move. I was frozen, paralyzed and still. I was aware of each section or room of the house, but I was also back at the old hotel, before the blast. I was about to say hello to the Giant, but he stepped aside and the heavens opened. I feared not speak or look toward the light! I was not worthy to be before the Lamb! My Giant bowed to his knee and was silent.
YOU ARE CORRECT, CORNELIUS! YOU WOULD HAVE DIED IN THE BLAST! MY ANGEL STOOD IN THE WAY! I HEARD YOU BY THE STILL WATER! YOU ARE MINE, CORNELIUS! I....AM....YOUR GOD!
“You mean I'm Holiness, praise God!” I wanted to jump up and down, but was not allowed to. I was held motionless at the side of the bed.
CORNELIUS!
“Yes, Lord?”
THE MONEY YOU HAVE BELONGS TO THE WOMAN! HER PRAYERS ARE THE REASON YOU ARE HERE! SHE IS MY DISCIPLE, MY FRIEND! PUT THE MONEY INTO HER HOLY BIBLE WHEN YOU TAKE LEAVE OF HER HOUSE COME MORNING THIS DO IN MY NAME, SAYEST YOUR GOD!
I understood the commands of God not just by hearing or seeing, but by both, and yet more. This was a total, peaceful understanding. “So shall it be, Lord! Your will be done on this earth as it is in heaven!” I then heard Pastor Tommy Mute, from back on the ship say “You can't out give God, Cornelius!” I wanted to put in a good word for my Giant and tell God what a good job he was doing, but my prayer was over. I was now able to get up, although barely. Becoming Holiness; hearing from God had taken all my strength. I could hardly lift the covers. Praising God would have to wait until morning. I fell asleep, knowing I was Holiness. In the morning, I jumped out of bed and cleaned up. What a day! A blessed life! A wonderful day it would be! Praise God! The woman fed me breakfast and we said our goodbyes. I felt some change in my pocket and turned my backpack sideways to squeeze back through her door, placing the coins on top of her Holy Bible. The cash was already in the book of Ruth. “A tip for your kindness” I said, tipping my hat. She smiled and said we were both 'blessed by the best'. As I headed out her door once again, I was broke in man's eyes. But now, I was Holiness and I was the richest man in the world.
I continued on my way, sleeping by the roadside and getting fewer rides. One ride I did get was in a red Isuzu pick-up truck just like the model on the dam face overlook in Africa. What a life of blood and killing I had lived! Yet, I was still allowed to become Holiness! Thank-you Jesus! The Lord's Prayer was my constant chant. The Lord had forgiven me so much! Reciting the prayer kept me in time with my walking stick.
After the seventh night, I started down a narrow country road. There was not much on this road, only fields and forest, no traffic at all. I had nothing to eat. I was not beside the still water anymore. Soon I drew weary, but pushed myself to go on. The sun was near its noonday high when I heard a car approaching from behind. This road had been deserted, I had thought. This car slowed down, but did not pass me by. A horn then sounded twice and the car pulled up beside me as I walked. It was a brand new 1964
YOU ARE CORRECT, CORNELIUS! YOU WOULD HAVE DIED IN THE BLAST! MY ANGEL STOOD IN THE WAY! I HEARD YOU BY THE STILL WATER! YOU ARE MINE, CORNELIUS! I....AM....YOUR GOD!
“You mean I'm Holiness, praise God!” I wanted to jump up and down, but was not allowed to. I was held motionless at the side of the bed.
CORNELIUS!
“Yes, Lord?”
THE MONEY YOU HAVE BELONGS TO THE WOMAN! HER PRAYERS ARE THE REASON YOU ARE HERE! SHE IS MY DISCIPLE, MY FRIEND! PUT THE MONEY INTO HER HOLY BIBLE WHEN YOU TAKE LEAVE OF HER HOUSE COME MORNING THIS DO IN MY NAME, SAYEST YOUR GOD!
I understood the commands of God not just by hearing or seeing, but by both, and yet more. This was a total, peaceful understanding. “So shall it be, Lord! Your will be done on this earth as it is in heaven!” I then heard Pastor Tommy Mute, from back on the ship say “You can't out give God, Cornelius!” I wanted to put in a good word for my Giant and tell God what a good job he was doing, but my prayer was over. I was now able to get up, although barely. Becoming Holiness; hearing from God had taken all my strength. I could hardly lift the covers. Praising God would have to wait until morning. I fell asleep, knowing I was Holiness. In the morning, I jumped out of bed and cleaned up. What a day! A blessed life! A wonderful day it would be! Praise God! The woman fed me breakfast and we said our goodbyes. I felt some change in my pocket and turned my backpack sideways to squeeze back through her door, placing the coins on top of her Holy Bible. The cash was already in the book of Ruth. “A tip for your kindness” I said, tipping my hat. She smiled and said we were both 'blessed by the best'. As I headed out her door once again, I was broke in man's eyes. But now, I was Holiness and I was the richest man in the world.
I continued on my way, sleeping by the roadside and getting fewer rides. One ride I did get was in a red Isuzu pick-up truck just like the model on the dam face overlook in Africa. What a life of blood and killing I had lived! Yet, I was still allowed to become Holiness! Thank-you Jesus! The Lord's Prayer was my constant chant. The Lord had forgiven me so much! Reciting the prayer kept me in time with my walking stick.
After the seventh night, I started down a narrow country road. There was not much on this road, only fields and forest, no traffic at all. I had nothing to eat. I was not beside the still water anymore. Soon I drew weary, but pushed myself to go on. The sun was near its noonday high when I heard a car approaching from behind. This road had been deserted, I had thought. This car slowed down, but did not pass me by. A horn then sounded twice and the car pulled up beside me as I walked. It was a brand new 1964
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