A missionary on Furlough told this true story while
visiting his home church in Michigan.

"While serving at a small field hospital in Africa,
every two weeks I traveled by bicycle through the

jungle to a nearby city for supplies.

This was a journey of two days and required camping
overnight at the halfway point. On one of these
journeys, I arrived in the city where I planned to
collect money from a bank, purchase medicine and
supplies, and then begin my two-day journey back to
the field hospital.

Upon arrival in the city, I observed two men
fighting, one of whom had been seriously injured I
treated him for his injuries and at the same time
talked to him about the Lord.

I then traveled two days, camping overnight, and
arrived home without incident.

Two weeks later I repeated my journey. Upon
arriving in the city, I was approached by the young
man I had treated. He told me that he had known I
carried money and medicines.


He said, 'Some friends and I followed you into the
jungle, knowing you would camp overnight. We planned
to kill you and take your money and drugs. But just
as we were about to move into your camp, we saw that
you were surrounded by 26 armed guards.

At this, I laughed and said that I was certainly all
alone in that jungle campsite. The young man pressed
the point, however, and said, 'No, sir, I was not
the only person to see the guards, my friends also
saw them, and we all counted them. It was because
of those guards that we were afraid and left you
alone.'

At this point in the sermon, one of the men in the
congregation jumped to his feet and interrupted the
missionary and asked if he could tell him the exact
day this happened.

The missionary told the congregation the date, and
the man who interrupted told him this story:


"On the night of your incident in Africa, it was
morning here and I was preparing to go play golf. I
was about to putt when I felt the urge to pray for
you. In fact, the urging of the Lord was so strong,
I called men in this church to meet with me here in
the sanctuary to pray for you.
Would all of those men who met with me on that day
stand up?" The men who had met together to pray
that day stood up. The missionary wasn't concerned
with who they were, he was too busy counting how
many men he saw. There were 26.