Do you ever hear the voice of the Holy Spirit?
In the early 1980s, a truck driver who worked for the same company and was a friend of mine was hundreds of miles from home when he received a message that his four-year old son who was born with a childhood disease had passed away.
So, he locked the doors to the truck, gave the keys to the Truckstop manager, and left for the airport and home.
I was working in Nashville that week when my boss called to tell me the news. Since my job was not related I wondered why he was giving me so much information about his trip, (that it was going to warehouses in Kentucky, Tennessee, and Arkansas).
Then he abruptly finished by telling me that he wanted me to find the truck and complete his run. then added, because you are the only one we have who knows the product and how to drive the truck. I said, hey, wait a minute! But it was too late; he had hung up the phone.
This was over my head. If it had been a smaller truck, yes, but my only experience with a semi had been working with another driver for a few weeks to help with the unloading, and he had let me drive.
It had been an amusing experience, but I didn’t even have a proper license and certainly didn’t know it would lead to this! I’m still not sure that my boss knew all of this, and he didn’t give me a chance to explain.
So, someone drove me to the truck; and we found it just before daybreak at a Truck stop near Louisville loaded with more than 30,000 pounds of product.
Peering into the back of the fully loaded truck I whispered a prayer that started and ended with, "Please!”
Getting the truck started and the first few miles were very awkward, but the things the driver had taught me slowly came back.
The first stop wasn't difficult to find; and they were able to give directions to the next customer, 100 miles away. (They were competitors and knew their exact location).
So I worked the rest of that day and around 10 pm completed the seven stops that were in KY. That was two days without sleep, but somehow I seemed to be okay.
The next morning there were five stops in Memphis, and then three more 135 miles away in Little Rock; By the time I got there a storm had moved in and the rain had turned to snow; the streets were getting slippery, and businesses were closing. Fortunately, the workers at my last stop waited because they needed the product.
When the final stop was completed I did a safety inspection on the truck and was standing by the drivers' door trying to decide if I should begin my return trip or go to a motel and sit out the storm.
Heavy snow was predicted along my route: Little Rock - Nashville - Chattanooga - North Atlanta - Knoxville; but leaving now was the only way I could get home in time for the interment service.
The driver and I were close friends. We had the same interest in small planes and gliders and would occasionally take his son with us. When I was not with them, and an airplane flew over, I was told he would point to the sky and call my name.
Most of the drive to Atlanta would be Interstate, but from there it would be an intimidating drive through the North Georgia Mountains into Tennessee on a steep curvy two-lane highway.
So, there by the truck, I prayed for guidance; and after sensing the confident response of the Lord, audibly said, "I'm Going!" Immediately, an excited and happy Spiritual voice said, "And I'm going too!"
Then I remembered how at the beginning of the trip I had anxiously looked up into the back of the fully loaded truck and asked God to be with me.
I do not believe that with so little experience I could have made that trip in such an enormous truck with the sharp turns and narrow places to back into, without the Holy Spirit.
He had skillfully guided and protected me the entire way, and even though I hadn’t even said, thank you, He sounded excited to be going home with me.
Hearing the voice of the Holy Spirit made me feel safe and confident, and I wondered if that was the way Paul may have felt when they were on the ship, and the angel of the Lord had told him they would all survive, (Acts 27: 23-26).
It was a long snowy drive home of several hundred miles, but the Holy Spirit was with me and I and the truck were safe and on time.
God the Holy Spirit was the greatest gift Jesus could have given His Followers.
Our beautiful Churches can lead the lost to salvation and teach the Bible, but living a happy and successful Christian Life will only come from knowing and experiencing your friend the Holy Spirit, One on one.
Some seem to think the Holy Spirit is difficult to get to know or constantly watching to condemn their sins, but this is not correct. If you are a Christian, He is inside you, closer than your breath to be your friend in every situation.
That trip was a great step of faith for me. I will always remember the snowstorm hundreds of miles from home and hearing the Holy Spirit say, "And I'm going too!"
"Nevertheless, I tell you the truth: it is to your advantage that I go away, for if I do not go away, the Helper will not come to you. But if I go, I will send him to you," (John 16:7).
You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart, (Jer 29:13, KJV)