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Quest for Love: Christian True Stories 2

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This is the conclusion article. Read the first part “God Knows How to Tame Wild Stallions”

“God Knows How to Tame Wild Stallions”

Wild Horse Stallion

Wild Horse Stallion

 

That question too had its divine answer. Fred Malir was an Uruguayan citizen living in a poor country. He had no money for frills or extras, but three gifts were given him, totalling $162, the equivalent of 10 months’s salary for a national missionary. What to do with this small fortune? Buy a passage and marry Ann was the answer. But he could find no fare under $400 by either sea or air, until he discovered a one-man plane shuttle service from Buenos Aires to Miami. It was not certified, so nobody wanted to fly it. The owner pared the price down to $162.75. Fred just happened to have 75c in his pocket.

“I was awed, thrilled, full of joy. My faithful Heavenly Father had provided the needs of His servant to the very penny. By the time I got my papers, packed my luggage and boarded the plane, a dear brother who did not know my needs had given me an envelope with some money – not much but enough to plunk on the Greyhound counter and say, “Give me a bus ticket as far as this money will take me toward Lynchburg, Virginia.’ It only carried me to Danville, Virginia.

“I was thumbing my way northward on Highway 29 but nobody was picking me up. Three hours waited. I was very tired and getting discouraged. So I flipped out my Bible, opened it at random and read, ” Whosoever believes in Him shall not be ashamed’ (Romans 10:11).

So I prayed, “Thank you Father! I believe it, I shall not be ashamed, because I trust in You. I did not send myself here. You did. So it is Your job to take me to Ann’s home. Maybe You have me waiting here for a better ride to get me closer. Thank you. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.”

“A Station wagon stopped. Two painters picked me up. They were on their way to Lynchburg. As I told them about the love of God for man and His provision for washing all our sins through the Lord Jesus Chris’s dying on the cross, the painters came under conviction. I trust they repented and believed in Christ as their Lord and Savior.

“They noticed my slight foreign accent and wanted to know why I was in America. I told them that I had come to marry my fiancee, who did not know I was coming and thought I was 5,300 miles away.

“You mean you’re just going to walk in un-announced?’ on asked.

They laughed and suddenly one of them said, ‘I’d like to take you to her home.’

They took Fred to the farm and waited in the car as he rushed in, his heart beating wildly. Ann, “happening” to be in the next room, opened the door.

All she managed to say was, “Fred!”
All Fred could manage was, “Ann!”

Fred writes, “In the next moment, we were in each other’s arms and that was our first kiss. Suddenly I remembered the painters, still waiting in the car, so we went out to thank them. They were grinning from ear to ear, glad to see that my unusual story was not a figment of my imagination.

I had 5c in my pocket, no more. But God gave us a big wedding. Our honeymoon began and now, many years later, it still continues, thanks to God.”

Want more? Buy the Book QUEST FOR LOVE by Elizabeth Elliot,
Read the next Chapter (4) Still about Fred Malir and his letters.

Author: Archian

An Architect, Blogger and Strategic Thinker

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