I will Speak To Them

January 1994

One night, during a visit to Texas, I was unable to sleep because I was not feeling well. In my frustration I began to tearfully pray to God, "Lord, if you want me to continue this work, and travel where you send me, give me health, I pray. Give me strength because I feel like I can't do it anymore."

I continued praying fervently with all my heart. Suddenly, a white-haired man with a meek appearance appeared beside my bed. I became tense, but he looked at me with mercy. He put his hand on my head and began to stroke my forehead saying to me, "It is hard for you. I know you are suffering! But it won't be much longer before you will leave these places, because only in this way can I protect you!"

Surprised by what I had just heard, I asked, "Lord! But there are so many in this country who love you - who have devoted their lives to worshiping you - what will you do with them?"

"At the appointed time," he said, "I will speak to them, like I speak to you, as to what they must do."

Without really thinking about it, I raised my hand, and placed it on my forehead over his hand. I felt him withdraw his hand from under mine. Then everything disappeared.