The statistics said our church was located in the second highest crime precinct in the city. While we were not afraid of our setting we tried to live with a proper street sense. I had been given a hand-carved ivory letter opener as a gift in college from my employer at a missions agency. One morning on Bob's way to work he decided to pick it up and take it to the office to use as an ornament. Ten minutes later Bob pulled up in front of our inner-city church and opened the door to get out. At the last moment he remembered the knife and reached in and grabbed it off the seat with his right hand. As he stood up and closed the car door he heard someone standing right behind him. He turned around to see who it was and happened to hold the knife with his right hand. It was a young man in a green army jacket with a stocking cap partially blocking his face. He had snuck up on Bob. The moment he saw Bob's knife his face turned pale and he turned around and ran in the other direction at full speed. Did a gift sent from half-way around the world save Bob's life? This much is sure. Out there is perhaps still some would-be robber who has to wonder just what kind of pastor caries such a knife to work with him each day.
Ps. 23:1 Because the Lord is my shepherd; I have everything that I need.
Dear God, Thanks for your hand of protection. In the name of Jesus, Amen
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