“Pam, do you really think God' ll multiply something if we need it?” The weekend’s special speaker had so many terrific points to his teaching and tons of Bible verses to back things up.
“That’s what the speaker said. He really had a lot of great stories as evidence of God’s willingness to multiply stuff when needed. What are you thinking of doing?” Pam’s arched eyebrows, tilted head and skeptical facial expression signaled her concern.
“Well, didn’t he say we should put what he was saying to the test to be sure he was telling us things applicable to our own lives?”
“Yes, of course, but he also said not to put God to the test, didn’t he?”
“Right, I get that, but what I’m thinking about is to see if God really will multiply something when we have need. Wouldn’t God multiply what we needed to meet our need then?” Smiling my most earnest grin, I waited for Pam’s response. How I longed for her to get excited about trying this out for ourselves.
“It makes me nervous when you talk like that, Sojourner. Uh, what exactly did you have in mind? Remember, there is an evening meeting and I don’t want to miss it.” Ah-ha, Pam was beginning to soften to the idea; I had hope.
“Well, I was thinking that needing to get back in time for the evening meeting would be part of the reason God would help us.”
“Okay, Sojourner, now you’ve peaked my interest. Tell me your plan, since you’ve obviously been hatching it since the speaker started that line of teaching. What is it that you will ask God to multiply for you?”
“For us, Pam. I want you to be a part of the miracle provisions experiment. We could tell everyone about it during the testimony time of the meeting, both of us. That way the testimony would bear more weight. How about it? Are you in?”
“Wait just a minute. I want to know just what I am agreeing to before I say I’m in. Let’s hear your plan.” Great! Now, to reel her in….
“It’s perfect. I’m about out of gas. How about we take a drive through Patty Canyon this afternoon? I’m sure we’ll run out of gas unless God multiplies it for us. We’ll pray before we start and ask for God to bring us back in time for the meeting. C’mon, Pam. Let’s go take a drive!” I was so excited; I could hardly wait to get started. I just knew God had something good planned for us, if we would step out in faith.
“Well, maybe we should go to the gas station and ask for a nickel’s worth of gas as our seed of faith from which God would multiply to meet our need? How about that, Sojourner? Then, we could come back to that same attendant and let him know how God had multiplied that five cents worth of gasoline to get us back to town.” Okay, Pam was jumping in with both feet now. Super!
Off we went to the nearest gas station and did just that. His furrowed brow and thin line of doubtful lips didn’t discourage us at all. He’d see what would happen. We’d be back to give testimony that very evening, unless we cut it too close to meeting time, in which case we would come tell him tomorrow.
The day was gorgeous. Beautiful sunshine and a cool breeze blowing through our open windows as we made our way over to patty Canyon. Chattering like girls on a Girl Scout adventure, the two of us had all kinds of ideas of how this miracle might play out.
We had all the elements needed for a miracle and planned our words of testimony as we cruised along the canyon’s dirt road. We had demonstrated our faith by coming out there when we had to be back in town that evening. We put in a bit of gas as the seed from which to grow what we needed. We earnestly prayed after a time of praising and giving thanks for all God had already done for us. Then, we took that step of faith and drove out of town on five cents worth of gasoline in the tank. Yup, God had a wonderful miracle just waiting for the two of us, putting in to practice all that we were learning on the Christian walk. We were anxious to share our miracle with others.
About fifteen minutes into the journey, I began to worry just a bit. It felt like the car did a little chug. No, that wasn’t possible; we’d not be out of gas. Pam had not felt the chugging and kept talking.
“Pam, let’s sing. How about we sing some of those praise songs from the conference?” I knew that the devil flees anywhere praise is being offered so we would just sing him away, in case it was the devil working on that gas tank and trying to ruin our multiplication miracle.
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