Around the World in 88 Years -E Book - Arthur Burt

and praising God, while Sister Wallace kept saying, “Sam, Sam,keep your hands on the steering wheel.”“Oh, Bless the Lord!” Sam said with exuberance. “Glory to God!”Shouting, singing, praising, speaking in tongues, we wobbled ourway through the snow, which by now had limited our visibilityconsiderably. Finally, we arrived at the airport.“Thank you, Sam,” I said. “You can just leave me here and goback to the meeting.”“No, no,” he protested. “I’ll stop and see you safely on the plane.”I insisted they not miss any more of those blessed meetings, sothey left. I went into the airport and asked for a ticket to London.The man at the counter laughed at me, “You want to go to Londonon the next flight? You must be joking. Do you think you canjust walk in like this? Every seat to London is booked for days.You don’t have a chance at all of getting on any plane until atleast three or four days after the Christmas holiday.”I stared at him blankly for a moment. I had let my ride go and Iwas stuck in the airport. “Lord,” I prayed, “I have come here asYour servant, and now this man says there is no room.” Then Ismiled at the ticket agent, “Are you sure you don’t have a seat onthe plane? I don’t mind sitting on the wings.”He shook his head. “We have about six or seven standby passengersahead of you waiting in case somebody doesn’t turn up.”I prayed silently, “Lord, this is information from the tree of theknowledge of good and evil, but You haven’t told me it is impossible,so I am staying here.” I put my case down and stood thereat the counter.The ticket agents began to discuss the problem of the snow andthe flights:“Look at it coming down now!”“You know something, when this plane goes out, it will be thelast one. In fact, I don’t know whether this one is going to getout.”167