To those of us who are a little on the “older side of life”, back in the “60’s”, these guys who run up and down our highways in the big trucks, would talk to one another over what was called a C.B. Radio, and when one trucker wanted to talk to another trucker, he would begin by announcing his presence with a madeup name like, “This is your ole’ Buddy, Charlie Bear, has anyone out there “got their ears on?” And if someone was listening and wanted to reply, he would say something like, “This is the Night Rider, come on!” This was “trucker lingo” meaning, “Is anyone out there listening? If you are, give me a call back, and we’ll keep each other company down the road.” Well, let me tell you a story of someone who “had their ears on” and was listening to the voice of God as He spoke to him in his heart. It took place in the city of Jerusalem and goes something like this.
“One afternoon we were walking on Jaffa Road, the main street of modern Jerusalem. We were just returning from visiting in the homes of some of our Arab believers. We were passing through the busiest section of the city and the street was packed with people, all of whom happened to be Jews. As we were walking, I suddenly remembered that some of our group intended to do a little shopping before we turned in for the night, but we had already passed the particular locality they wanted to shop in. Mrs. Freed suggested that we turn back and attend to our shopping, but I thought that the matter was of very little importance and could be taken care of the next day, so I suggested that we continue homeward since it was close to supper time. We walked only a few steps when I was strangely pressed to return after all and get our shopping done. So we turned back and headed in the opposite direction that we were going. We had only walked about one hundred feet when we heard an explosion that seemed to be right beside us but was actually about two hundred feet away. A bomb had been thrown, probably from a passing car, into the midst of the crowd. The next day we went to the scene, and, as far as we were able to calculate, had we failed to turn back at the time that we did, we would have been at that very spot where the explosion took place!”
The Apostle Paul wrote these last few lines that are recorded in his letter to the church at Rome, Romans 8:37-39, “Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. For I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from the love of God. Death can’t, and life can’t. The angels won’t, and all the powers of hell itself cannot keep God’s love away. Our fears for today, our worries about tomorrow, or where we are, high above in the sky, or in the deepest ocean, nothing will ever be able to separate us from the love of God demonstrated by our Lord Jesus Christ when he died for us on the cross.” And in the sixth chapter he wrote, “For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.”
