A couple years ago, I was in central Europe. I spent my last night about one and a half to two hours away from the airport. The morning of my departure, I got up very early, and gave myself four hours to make the drive. Before I left I prayed and asked God for a smooth and safe trip, I also asked him to place someone in the seat next to me that I could talk to about God.

Shortly after I left, everything started to go wrong. I took a wrong turn, it started to rain and I got lost. I still had lots of time, but that was also starting to narrow. In the natural I did everything I could to make up for lost time. I had rented a brand new Mercedes and every chance I got I jumped into the fast lane and pushed the car as fast as it would go. However, the traffic started to get really heavy, then slow and then it came to a stop. I was now still a long way from the airport and in slow stop and go traffic.

At that point, the enemy started to bombard my mind. He started trying to fill my mind with doubts concerning my morning prayer session. He was saying “you'll never make it" and that there was no way that I could possibly catch my flight. Now, in the flesh it looked like he was right, by everything that I could see, I was in deep trouble. I told him to keep to his side of the car, fasten his seat belt, shut his lying devil mouth and hang on because God was going to make a way where there is no way.

I made a bold confession of faith and said that God had provided for me. I refused to simply hope that God would do something, but right then declared that God would work a wonder.

The next two hours were a real challenge. The temptation to waver from my confession of faith was intense. It seemed as if it took every bit of faith I had to stand against the tide. Everything looked wrong, according to the clock in my car my flight should already be in the air and I wasn't even sure at that point where the airport was. What God did then still amazes me.

I pulled into the airport parking lot thirty minutes after my flight was scheduled to leave. First, I had to return my rental car, as I pulled into the parking stall, two people walked up to the car with a clipboard, and told me to sign. It took about fifteen seconds to check in my car . I later told that part to a friend and he said that he was at that same airport and that he had to walk to a check-out counter and it took about thirty minutes. I then walked to the luggage check-in.

There were about fifty to seventy-five people ahead of me. I got in line and never said a word to anybody, people slowly started coming into the line behind me. Then suddenly two men in a pilot uniforms pulled me out of the crowd and said "follow me". They told me not to check in my luggage, that if I did I would never make it. They walked me to my flight which was already seated. They told the steward to find someplace for my suitcase, then left and the flight crew closed the door behind me.

The plane started rolling almost as soon as I sat down. Finally, I could relax my faith. The struggle of importunity was over, thank God. In retrospect it looked easy, however, it wasn't. Remember, how I said I asked God that morning for the right person to sit next to me? I was in the back of the plane in a two row seat. When we finally took off, the seat next to me was empty. I reminded God of our deal that someone was going to sit next to me that I could talk to about God. A short while after we took off, a man walks back and sits next to me.

Shortly, after take-off he pulls out a German Bible and starts reading. He tells me that he wants to keep up his German by reading the Bible. He was an elderly business man who owned a complex of factories through-out most of western Europe. He had just sold them and now wanted to focus on getting to know God better.


We spent a good amount of time talking about the Lord. He asked me for some reading recommendations, which I gave him when we parted. I wonder. What would have happened, if during those moments when things looked bad, my faith had wavered?