In my book soon to be published, there is one incident that I want to tell you about. It happened on one of the trips to Honduras when I was taking medical teams there to treat the people in remote parts of the country.
After getting up at daylight, having breakfast, loading up the vehicles, and then treating the multitude of people in that heat and humidity, my doctors and nurses and dentists and the others were just exhausted by 4:00PM. I would send them back where we were staying to rest up and get ready for the next day.
However, Onelia, my super lady evangelist and I would stay at the site of that day’s clinic to show the Jesus Film that night. We would rest and recuperate while waiting for it to get dark. Usually a family or a single mother would want to fix us a dinner. It was most often the same thing, stewed chicken with tomatoes, rice and beans. They seldom fried the chicken because they were just too tough. They needed to be boiled.
On this one particular evening on what was the 4th or 5th trip down to Honduras, a nice couple wanted to fix us a dinner. They had designated a particular young rooster for the dinner, but the problem was that they could not catch the rooster. They chased it round and round and over and under all the structures there. As it got later and later, Onelia finally pulled out a 10 Lempira note and said it would go to the young person who could catch the rooster, for there was quite a crowd of youngsters gathered there. That did it. In nothing flat that rooster was caught and in the pot. The chicken stew was quite good with tomatoes and peppers and the seasonings that they use.
We showed the Jesus Film with great results. Many men and women came and stood under the string of lights that we would turn on after the film. They wanted to have God in their life, and were counseled by Onelia. Finally, we eventually got back to where we were staying. There was one waitress at the eating place there who was so very special. She knew what we were doing with the Jesus Film each night, and she would stay to give us a treat like a bowl of homemade ice cream upon our return.
About that time I noticed that my watch had quit. I knew that there was no way I could get another battery for it in that remote coastal town, and as “Jefe” in charge of everything, I just had to have a watch.
I went to my room where Bill Smith, the pastor of the sponsoring church was rooming with me. He had caught some kind of really bad virus or flu. He had been in bed all day and was so ill that he could not walk or hardly even talk. I explained to him that I just had to have a watch, and did not know what I was going to do. So all Bill Smith said was: “OK”.
I have mentioned before that this guy was not like other pastors. Other pastors will talk about sawing off the limb and having God catch them, but Bill Smith would really do it. And God would really catch him every time. Some of those catches were unbelievably spectacular.
I went into the back to my room to use the facilities and wash-up. But Bill got out of that bed, crawled to the door, and down the three steps and when I came back into the room, he was crawling back into the room through the door.
He reached up, handed me a watch and crawled back into bed. I said: “Where in the world did you get this watch?” And all he said was: “In the grass”, and promptly seemed to pass out again. That’s all he said.
The watch was wet from the dew on the grass. It had a nice black expandable band and the face was in both English and Spanish. So, you could say that was quite a coincidence, but I could say how did he know where it was in the grass, and how did it get there?
Folks, that was as much a tangible a miracle as one could ever see or imagine. One that you could touch and feel.
I only told one trusted Christian friend about it back in Dallas; for I figured no one else would ever believe me. And you know, the battery in that watch lasted for over 5 years. It seemed as if it was never going to stop. I wore it most of the time, and that friend still calls it my “miracle watch” to this day.
Here I am with the little Honduran girl (with the growth over her eye), ready to take her through Immigration. Please notice that I am wearing “the miracle watch”!!!
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God’s pretty amazing sometimes, huh?