Greetings saints,
My wife and I with my handicapped son, who is 36 years old, were walking in the park in Prince Albert, Saskatchewan enjoying the beautiful day. When suddenly my son had an epileptic seizure (which since his birth he's had thousands) after which occasionally he'll turn aggressive. So my wife stayed her distance and I took him by the hand and walked up to a park bench and sat down to rest a bit.
I then asked him if I should read something from the Bible, to which he agreed. I turned to the book of Psalms and read a chapter or two, and then took him by the hand and started to pray with him. About twenty or thirty steps from where we were sitting was a group of three women sitting talking and eating their lunch it looked like. And while I was praying they walked up to my park bench, talking and laughing and discarded their garbage into a container set at the end of my bench. I just kept on praying audibly, and they got into their cars and drove away.
After I finished praying, I took my son by the hand and suggested we take another loop around the park, which would take us roughly 12 to 15 minutes. We came back to the car, and while I was strapping him into his seat belt, a car pulled up beside me and a young girl, perhaps 20 or 22 years, old got out and walked up to us. She was emotionally disturbed and said, "I just couldn't get away. When I saw you sitting there and praying with your son it so moved me." Then she started wiping her tears. She said, "I just had to come and tell you how I admired it and how it affected me."
I started to talk to her about the Lord and if she'd ever heard of Brother Branham. She never had. She told me she was here from Germany working with some natives. So I shared with her the type of ministry Jesus had, the discernment, etc., and compared it to Brother Branham and a repeat of the ministry of John the Baptist. I then gave her a couple of evangelistic Message books of Brother Branham with a CD inside and instructed her to listen to that discernment at the end of the service, and see if it isn't an exact repeat of the ministry of Christ.
We exchanged names, shook hands, she thanked us, wiped her tears, got back in her car, and drove away. I thought of the message, "Influence." I pray for her every now and then, and trust we will meet her again with the redeemed on the other side.
What a privilege and joy it is to walk in this Light. May God help us all to reflect It more and more.
Brother Walt