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By Pioneer Pastors

May
13
May 13, 2026
By Prescott Khair

Andrews University has a long history of sending out students as missionaries. This week, for our blog, I invited one of AU’s currently serving student missionaries to write a guest blog. Margaret Rogers is serving for the 2025-2026 school year on the island of Palau as a middle school teacher. 


The Most Reluctant Missionary: My Long Road to Yes

“I want to be a missionary!” I repeated outloud. It had been a beautiful week of prayer hosted by Adventist Frontier Missions at my local high school. We had learned about mission work and its impact on the world. It was the last night when they made a public appeal, asking those who wished to give a year of their lives to service to come onstage. I couldn’t help my feet from taking me down the long chapel aisle and standing proudly on stage, a smile on my face as I felt ready to take on the world in the name of the Lord.

“Imagine being a missionary!?” I scoffed during my freshman year of college. It had been three years since my original commitment to the Lord, and I had long strayed from His side. It was once again Student Week of Prayer, and this time I found myself at Andrews University. I listened to the students upfront, sharing their testimony, talking about how deeply God changed their lives through their year of service. I was jealous, angry at their service, and was unable to look deeply into the longing in my heart that wished to be them. Instead, I let my heart be hardened and vowed I would never be a missionary, that one thing I was sure of.

“Am I supposed to be a missionary?” I asked Chaplain Gibbs one chilly October morning. It was now my sophomore year of college, and much in my life had been changing. I had started attending campus Bible studies and, despite my best efforts, found my faith growing. I knew this was a true and genuine connection, but I was scared by what that meant for me. I knew God was transformative, but I wasn’t ready to be transformed. Throughout the first couple of months in this new relationship with God, I wondered if service was for me. Yet, in my heart I felt deeply that there was something more I was called to do. It took a few clear signs from the Lord, but before I could stop myself I had submitted an application to be a Student Missionary. I knew God was calling me out, calling me deeper, but I was so scared of what that meant for me. I had never been out of the United States before and was unsure of what the outside world would be like. Overtaken by this fear, I made a clear deal with God, “I will go serve you, Lord, but I am NOT leaving America.”

“I think I’m supposed to be a long-term missionary?” The words poured out of my mouth before I even found myself ready to say them. I was 5 months into my 11 month stay in the beautiful islands of Palau; turns out God had wanted me to leave the United States. I had already been faced with some of the greatest challenges in my life, yet I felt a sense of fulfillment and joy unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I was scared of what a mission life could look like. Leaving my family for years at a time? What about the future, my career, all these things I had been planning? Although God had been speaking to my heart for many weeks, I was unable to say the words aloud to anyone until that afternoon. I was met by a large smile and approving nod from the missionary across from me. “Tell me why?” he asked, and so I went on to tell him the delightful story of my heart in mission service, and I knew at that moment my heart was solidified in the Lord’s plans.

Now, as I sit on my old, broken couch in my hot apartment, I no longer ask if I am supposed to be a missionary. I simply ask, ‘Lord, where next? I don’t know exactly where the Lord will guide and direct or what exactly I’m supposed to do, but I’m no longer afraid of the unknown. Instead, I feel driven by this strong love and power, a calling in which He’s entrusted to me that compels me to pursue His gospel to others. Looking back, I see I was never asked to do something God had not intentionally created me for. Every season, the waiting, the wandering, even the hardness of my heart, was shaping me for His purpose. The girl who once scoffed at missions now prays boldly for the next place God will call her to serve, and this time, she is ready to go.


You probably aren’t going to become a middle school teacher on a tropical island. Yet, you are called to serve God wherever he leads. For many who are wrestling with taking that next step with God, I hope Margaret’s story is a reminder that saying, “yes” is the best answer you could ever give. It will change your life in ways you would never imagine and leave you with no regrets. If you are currently wrestling with what God is prompting you to lean into, take this blog as your moment to say yes and join the adventure he has waiting for you

May
6
May 6, 2026
By Pioneer Media

Pioneer Memorial Church is delighted to announce the selection of Celesta Babb as the new Pastor for Children + Family Discipleship starting April 1, 2026. Celesta, her husband Zackery, and their son Eben are excited to serve the Pioneer Memorial Church community and join the church family in this new role. Please join us in warmly welcoming and supporting them.

Pastor Celesta Babb spent the first 7 years of her life in Loma Linda before moving to Berrien Springs, MI, where she spent the rest of her childhood before attending Andrews University, where she met and married her husband, Zackery Babb. They joyfully welcomed their son Eben into this world in September 2024. Celesta has spent the last 8 years in pastoral ministry for the Alaska Conference alongside her husband. While in Alaska, she worked in multicultural settings, which included working with the Alaska Conference’s Arctic Mission Adventure Native Ministry. She has also led out in various children’s ministries, including functioning as a Conference Pathfinder/Adventurer Area coordinator. 

In her spare time, Celesta enjoys hiking, camping, going on walks, fellowshipping, board games, reading, and various creative arts. She has traveled to a variety of places around the world and enjoys learning about new cultures and languages.

Apr
29
April 29, 2026
By John Glass

It may have been quite a while since you read this particular Bible story, but you undoubtedly remember the story in Genesis 3, right? The scene is the Garden of Eden. Adam and Eve are responsible for caring for the garden, which they do. In the evenings God comes to spend some time with them, maybe to hear from them all they had learned that day, perhaps to answer any questions they may have had throughout the day. And then one day when the snake, coiling around the branches of The Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, initiated a conversation with Eve.

The serpent told Eve that eating the fruit wouldn’t lead to death. (He still tells people this today, claiming they have immortal souls.) He promised her wisdom and that she would become like God, knowing good and evil. Eve decided to eat the fruit and then gave some to Adam, who also ate. Let’s pause and reflect: Eve disobeyed God, seeking greater knowledge, and became subject to death. Adam, aware of the consequence, chose Eve over God.

That evening, when God came calling, the two weren’t waiting for him; they were hiding from Him. When he confronted the two with what they had done, Eve blamed her disobedience on the snake (that you created!), and Adam blamed his disobedience on Eve (the woman You gave me!). Ellen White had an interesting observation in one of her books: “If God hadn’t intervened Adam would have joined forces with Satan to oppose God.”

They, of course, were banned from the Garden, which kept them away from the Tree of Life. Because if they had eaten from it, would have turned them into immortal sinners. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that was the next thing Satan wanted.

What were the responses of the two to God’s discipline of them? They’d lost their home, and it wasn’t too long until they lost both of their sons with Cain killing Abel. Do you think perhaps they wanted to turn their “clocks” back?

A related question is, what was it that God wanted? I think the answer to that is He wanted the two of them back so they wouldn't run away when they heard Him coming. What would it take?

The first thing God did was to address their abominable leaf garments by providing them with animal skins to wear. What happened to the animals? They died, of course. I think God must have used a couple of sheep, which He could have used to teach them about salvation from sin. From that moment on every time there was sin to be dealt with they would offer an animal to shed its blood so they could be forgiven.

But that wasn’t the core lesson that God wanted. He wanted them to place their trust in Him, so that when He came calling, they wouldn’t be hightailing it into the woods to avoid Him. And as they discovered that the animals they were offering for their sins represented His Son, their lost trust would be restored, and they would never run away again.

Can we understand God’s inner emotions? The grief He experienced? The pain of loss? The incredible loneliness? The horrible disappointment?

So, how is all of this sitting with you? Are you able to trust Him? He’d love to have you trusting in Him. What do you think? If you know that He gave His only Son to die for you and your sins, isn’t He worthy of your trust?

Apr
22
April 22, 2026
By Daniel Biaggi

Reading the Bible each year is a meaningful practice. It often brings us back to passages we might otherwise overlook or move through too quickly. While there are many reading plans that can guide this journey, this reflection is not really about the plan itself, but about something I noticed along the way.

Most recently, during one of these readings, I found myself in the Book of Leviticus. As I worked through chapters filled with laws, offerings, priestly responsibilities, instructions on worship, clean and unclean animals, health practices, sacrifices, the sanctity of life, penalties, and sacred feasts—many of which Christians today may see as no longer directly applicable—one phrase stood out as the thread holding everything together:

“The LORD spoke to Moses.”

This phrase appears again and again (1:1; 4:1; 5:14; 6:1; 6:8; 6:19; 6:24; 7:22; 8:1, and many more), often introducing a new section. The repetition is intentional. It reminds us that what we are reading is not human invention, but divine instruction. These are not merely regulations—they are words spoken by God.

With this in mind, another realization surfaced: how much time Moses must have spent listening.

Continuing this reflection, I noticed that according to the Andrews Study Bible, the Hebrew title of Leviticus comes from its opening word, Wayyiqra—“Then He (the LORD) called” (1:1). Before anything else, God takes the initiative. He calls. He invites Moses into His presence, into a relationship, into conversation. And then, He speaks, because Moses is listening.

The structure of the text, whether these instructions came in a single extended encounter or many separate moments, suggests an ongoing rhythm—Moses returning again and again to listen.

This pattern is not isolated to Leviticus. In Exodus 33:8, we read that “whenever Moses went out to the tent of meeting,” the people would watch as he entered and the LORD met with him. It sounds like a familiar, repeated practice. Likewise, in Numbers 7:89, when Moses entered the tent to speak with the LORD, he would hear His voice speaking to him.

Moses’ leadership did not begin with speaking—it began with listening.

And that raises an important question for us: how much space do we make in our daily lives to listen to the LORD?

In a world filled with noise, urgency, and constant distraction, listening does not happen by accident. It requires intention. It requires time. It requires a willingness to be still before God.

Are we attentive to His voice?
Do we pause long enough to discern what He may be saying?
Are we willing to shape our lives around His word?

The example of Moses invites us into a deeper rhythm—not just of reading Scripture, but of encountering the God who speaks through it.

May we learn to draw near to the LORD each day. May we quiet competing voices, set aside distractions, and create space to listen. And as we do, may we not only hear His voice, but follow it with faithful hearts.

Mar
24
March 24, 2026
By Prescott Khair

There is a quiet reality on our campus. Students who attend their classes but skip their meals.
Families who stretch one box of cereal across a week. Graduate students who carry family expectations and hopes in addition to their full course loads and empty pantries.

Food insecurity is not somewhere else. It is here. On our campus. In our classrooms. In our pews. And that should matter to us.

In Luke 3:11, John the Baptist said, 

“Anyone who has two shirts should share with the one who has none, and anyone who has food should do the same.”

It is not complicated theology. It is discipleship in human flesh.

Centuries later, another preacher, Basil of Caesarea, wrote in his Homily to the Rich:

“The bread which you hold back belongs to the hungry; the coat which you guard in your closet belongs to the naked.”

In both John the Baptist’s and  Basil’s agrarian world, excess was rare but it was life-threatening for someone else. The line between surplus and survival was thin.

We live in a technological society where scarcity is less visible. We can order delivery for dinner while someone down the block or the dormitory hall quietly rations ramen. We can stockpile without ever seeing the face of the one who lacks.

 

Fasting Reorients the Heart

As Adventists, we don’t typically observe Lent. Yet, many around us are leaning into a season of intentional fasting and self-denial. The intention behind the fast is to reorient the heart and life around Jesus as a routine discipline in their spiritual lives.

In Matthew 6:16–18, Jesus assumes we will fast. He doesn’t say if you fast, but when you fast. And he warns us not to perform it for applause. No ashes, gloomy faces or theatrics. Instead, it should be secret and sincere.

Fasting is not a health fad. It’s a deliberate dependence on God.

Sometimes we fast from things that are detrimental to our physical or spiritual health. Sometimes we fast from good things that have quietly crowded out our need for Jesus. 

Food. Busyness, Media. Noise. Achievement. Money. Or, even, Ministry.  

Fasting exposes dependence. It reminds us that we are not self-sustaining creatures. When we feel the ache of hunger, we remember that we are sustained by God’s grace alone.

 

But Fasting Must Move Beyond Us

While fasting might be what you need to reorient your heart to God. It is also an opportunity to serve those less fortunate. To fast is to stand, even briefly, in solidarity with those for whom hunger is not a discipline but a daily reality. In fasting, we choose what others endure and live in embodied empathy. 

While fasting, some take the money they would have spent on meals and give it to those in need. Others take the time they would have spent watching the next episode on Netflix and invest that time in service. Some take their excess and give to those seeking basic sustenance. 

There is no prescribed method but, the point is movement from self to neighbor.

 

Manna Food Pantry 

On this campus, one tangible way to live this out is through the Manna Food Pantry. 

Manna exists because food insecurity exists here. There are students balancing tuition, rent, textbooks, family obligations, and unexpected emergencies. When budgets tighten, groceries are often the first thing reduced. Hunger becomes normalized. Stigma keeps it quiet.

But no student should have to choose between bills and dinner.
No student should try to concentrate in class while wondering how to stretch the next meal.

If you are considering a fast, consider this: what if the money saved became groceries on someone else’s table? What if the hours reclaimed became volunteer time sorting and distributing donations? What if our private discipline became public mercy?

If you are interested in aiding those dealing with Food Insecurity a donation guide is listed below.

 

Drop off locations:

1. The Counseling & Testing Center, Bell Hall Suite 123

2. Campus & Student Life office (Campus Center main floor)

3. University Towers front desk

 

ITEMS NEEDED

 

 

Canned Goods

Vegetables (low sodium)

Fruits (in juice or water)

Beans (black, pinto, chickpeas)

Tuna or salmon(in water)

Soups & chili (low-sodium, hearty)

 

 

Grains & Staples

Brown rice, quinoa, lentils

Whole wheat pasta

Rolled oats

Dry beans

 

 

Boxed Foods

Whole grain cereal (low sugar)

Instant oatmeal (plain)

Mac & cheese (whole grain preferred)

Granola

 

 

Protein-Rich Items

Peanut/almond butter (no added sugar)

Nuts & seeds (unsalted)

Protein bars (wholesome ingredients)

Shelf-stable tofu

 

 

Dairy Alternatives & Shelf-Stable

Powdered milk

Shelf-stable plant-based milk
(soy, oat, almond)

Cheese spreads

 

 

Pantry Essentials

Cooking oil (olive or vegetable)

Salt, pepper, herbs & spices

Vinegar (apple cider, white, etc.)

 

 

Other Additions

Female Sanitary Products 

Toothbrushes and Toothpaste

Deodorants 

Shampoo

 

 

Please Avoid

Perishable items
(fresh produce, dairy, meats)

Opened or expired products

 

 

 

 

Mar
18
March 18, 2026
By John Glass

Years ago, I pastored a church that included a literature evangelist as a member. I remember accompanying him a couple of times, and during one of those times, we ended up in a large hot tub at the local YMCA. While we were soaking, another fellow joined us, and within minutes the literature evangelist started speaking to him. When the fellow discovered we were Seventh-day Adventists, he said that his Sunday pastor had been an SDA, like us—and as a matter of fact had attended the Seminary in Berrien Springs. That immediately intrigued me. There was a story I wanted to hear. 

That Sabbath the literature evangelist asked if I wanted to go to the fellow’s church the next morning? Of course!  So, dressed in our Sabbath best with Bibles tucked under our arms we showed up at the church. I don’t know whether the pastor of the church thought we were a couple of Mormons or not, but we sat in his Sunday School class that he was teaching that morning. As I remember, the lesson was about God communicating with people, including via the Urim and Thummim. “You know what those are?” he asked the class. They didn’t know. I motioned with my shoulders, and the pastor, who caught my motion, immediately exclaimed, “You’re Seventh-day Adventists: they’re the only ones who know anything about them.”  

An interesting relationship began with the Sunday pastor.  I stopped a couple of times during the following week to visit him, and he told me his story.  What motivated him away from the Seventh-day Adventist church? It was Obedience! He couldn’t figure out why, if we’re saved by faith alone, is it necessary to be obedient?  I had never heard that question before, so I told him I’d put some study into it and let him know what I discovered.  

As it turned out, thanks to a message by the GC President Elder Folkenberg at that time, I found a precise Bible answer to his question. I created a sermon and then tried to get the Sunday pastor to come to church on the Sabbath, where I was going to preach it. Unfortunately, he didn’t come, which disappointed me. Whether he ever learned the answer, I do not know, but a few weeks after our conversation, he moved to the Chicago area. I have often wondered what became of him.  

SO, what is the Bible's answer to obedience? 

It is true that “In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of His grace.” (Ephesians 1:7 NKJV) We can’t add anything to what Jesus has already done for us, and we are just kidding ourselves if we think that we can earn salvation rather than relying totally upon Him. And, I’m grateful for the answer found in 1 John 2:3-6. (NIV) It states: “We know that we have come to know him if we keep his commands. Whoever says, “We know him, but does not do what he commands is a liar, and the truth is not in that person. But if anyone obeys his word, love for God is truly made complete in them. This is how we know we are in him. Whoever claims to live in him must live as Jesus did.”  

True, our obedience doesn’t save us. But, it serves as an outward sign of inward faith, confirming that one has truly come to know Him!

Mar
11
March 11, 2026
By Daniel Biaggi

We’ve had a few teasing days of sunshine here in Berrien Springs. The snow melted just enough for us to spot grass and the brave little plants underneath. It felt like winter had finally loosened its grip.

And then… more snow.

The cold that seemed to be packing its bags decided to stay a little longer. It makes you wonder: Will winter ever step aside and let spring take over? Were those sunny days just a preview of something better — or a false alarm?

We know how this works. Spring follows winter. Summer comes next. Then fall. Then winter again. The cycle is predictable.

And yet, when we’re in the middle of a season, it’s amazing how quickly we start wishing for the next one.

In the heat of summer, we say, “When will those cool autumn evenings come? I can’t wait to see the trees change color.”
Or maybe it’s more desperate: “I’m so done with these bugs! Please, let the cold come and take them away!”
Then in the fall, we’re tired of raking leaves every other day and start dreaming of a quiet snowfall covering everything like a clean white blanket.

Before long, we can slip into a pattern of living in one season while constantly wishing it away — always waiting for the next thing.

Let me ask you: Is that a healthy way to live?

Don’t answer too quickly. Sit with it for a moment.

I think there are reasons we might say both yes and no.

Think about the Israelites during the Exodus. Under the leadership of Moses, they left Egypt — a place of slavery and bondage, yes, but also the only life they had known. They had some security and routine. But now, they had seen God’s power. They had witnessed miracles. They were free!

And yet… they were in the wilderness.

Day after day, walking through the desert. Not in bondage anymore, but not yet in the Promised Land. It’s not hard to imagine how discouraging that must have felt. Some even said, “Was it because there were no graves in Egypt that you brought us to the desert to die?” (Ex. 14:12). A few wanted to go back. Many were simply weary.

Here’s what I find beautiful: in that in-between season, God gave them manna.

Not a year’s supply.
Not a month’s supply.
Just enough for that day.

If they tried to store it, it spoiled. They had to wake up each morning and trust Him again.

What a lesson for us.

God didn’t rush them straight from Egypt to “a land flowing with milk and honey.” He sustained them daily in the wilderness. The manna kept their focus on what God was doing that day — while still trusting what He would do in the future.

Jesus echoes this in the book of Matthew: “Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.”

Do we see signs of the times for us now? We know hard seasons will come. We also know they don’t last forever, and a better season is also coming. The same God who holds the future is holding today.

Look at the life of Joseph. The God who gave him dreams and a coat of many colors was the same God who was with him when his brothers sold him into slavery. The same God was with him as he worked in the house of Potiphar, in the prison, and later in the palace serving under Pharaoh.

Joseph didn’t waste his prison season waiting for the palace. He served faithfully wherever he was. He understood who he ultimately worked for. He made the best of each season without losing sight of God’s promises.

He even told his family near the end of his life, “God will surely visit you.” He trusted that the story wasn’t over — but he also lived fully in the chapter he was given.

Maybe that’s the balance.

Yes, it’s okay to long for spring when it’s cold.
Yes, it’s natural to hope for better days.

But we don’t have to put life on hold while we wait.

Winter has its beauty. So does the wilderness. So does the prison before the palace.

May we live with quiet confidence in whatever season we find ourselves. May we trust that God is not only preparing our future, but actively working in our present. And as we move forward, may we keep “waiting for our blessed hope, the appearing of the glory of our great God and Savior Jesus Christ” — not passively, but faithfully, right here and right now.

Feb
11
February 11, 2026
By John Glass

It’s been a few years since I heard Pastor Ron Halvorsen tell the following story, but when he came to an area to conduct evangelistic meetings, he always wanted prayer warriors to do “prayer walking”. Describing the process, he said it means that a person is to walk through a neighborhood and offer a prayer for each house he/she walk by. As Pastor Halversen was encouraging the church members to do it, one elderly lady objected. She said that she wasn’t up to knocking on doors like that. Pastor Ron told her that she didn’t have to knock on any doors; she just had to offer a prayer as she walked by. “Do you think you could do that?” he asked. “Well, I can try.”

Several weeks later, she ran into trouble. As she approached one particular home, she felt distinctly impressed that she should go knock on the door. She started arguing with the Spirit, “I don’t have to do that. My evangelist said I don’t have to.” The Spirit didn’t give up, and finally she, quite reluctantly, went to the door. When the lady answered the door, the prayer walker, sort of embarrassed, tried to explain that she was the neighborhood prayer walker and that she had been praying for each of the homes. The lady immediately responded that her husband was in the hospital and very ill, and would she please pray for him? So, she did.

I don’t remember every detail that followed, except that she continued her walks, faithfully praying—especially for that husband.

One day, as she approached the house, the door opened, and the lady called her to come in. So, she did. With a huge smile on her face, the lady told the walker that she wanted her to meet someone. She introduced her husband, who, thanks to the walker’s prayers, was now at home and completely well.

Inspired by this experience, the prayer walker began distributing printed cards to the homes where she had been praying. Before long, the neighbors didn’t turn first to their churches or pastors—they reached out directly to their prayer walker.

While walking is important for our physical health, it is just as vital, spiritually, to pray as we walk. Try it for yourself! There’s no need to knock on doors—unless the Spirit prompts you for a special purpose.

Blessings to you as your prayers make a difference in the neighborhood where you walk!  

Jan
21
January 21, 2026
By Daniel Biaggi

I was looking through the window, marveling at the snowflakes and the beautiful winter scenery, and I found myself thinking, "how much longer will this cold winter last?" We are in the middle of January; therefore, we probably still have a few cold months ahead of us. It will be tremendously important to stay warm during this time. Have we made provisions for that?

Then I remembered a Japanese proverb: “One kind word can warm three winter months.” What a precious thought! Let’s put it into practice and keep warm! Yet, we don’t need to look only to Japanese wisdom; we know biblical proverbs that speak powerfully about the importance of words. I would like to share a few of them here.

Proverbs 15:23 “To make an apt answer is a joy to a man, and a word in season, how good it is!”
Whatever season of life we are in, whatever winter we may be going through, let us use kind words with one another.

Proverbs 16:24 “Gracious words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body.”
If we want to remain healthy this winter, let us choose gracious words. And there is even more about our health:

Proverbs 15:4 “A gentle tongue is a tree of life, but perverseness in it breaks the spirit.”
We may need a “windbreaker” when we go outside but let us not break one another’s spirit.

Proverbs 15:1 “A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.”
Let us be peacemakers and use words that do not provoke anger.

Proverbs 18:21 “Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits.”
What a tremendous power we have been given. Let us use it to encourage, to build up, and to help one another stay warm during the winter.

May all of us keep warm this winter. May we use kind words.

Psalm 19:14 “Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O LORD, my rock and my redeemer.”

Jan
14
January 14, 2026
By John Glass

Years ago when I was in college here, I discovered a stack of LOOK magazines downstairs in the library. As I remember LOOK usually had a lot of photos, which I found interesting. One of the articles focused on a team of medical people from Loma Linda who regularly travelled down into Inter and South America to bring medical attention to people who wouldn’t get any if it weren’t for them—and a few who flew in from other medical schools. The article quoted one of the women as saying, “Your medicine is the same, but the touch of your hands is different.” That is a quote I’ve never forgotten. Imagine: a touch you can never forget. Ever had one? What do you think the touch of an angel would feel like? 

I had just finished my Junior year at Andrews and had at last agreed to canvass the following summer, only I needed a car which I didn’t have. I’d been praying about getting one when one day—I think it was the Holy Spirit who spoke to me—“What kind of car do you think God is going to provide?” I figured an old-as-dirt Buick that burned oil which I wouldn’t really like. I think the Lord must have smiled and shaken His head. 

I was scheduled to be at Andrews the following Wednesday, then in Racine, Wisconsin, on Thursday for a field class in evangelism with Don Jacobson. My mother graciously volunteered to increase the amount she owed a local bank, which put a real limit on the kind of car I could afford. 

We spent that weekend driving around Flint fruitlessly looking for a car. Tuesday morning we were driving up to Vassar to the dealership where the father of one of my friends worked. On the way, going through Millington I suddenly felt hands on both sides of my face turning my head to look beside a car dealership at a Chevy parked beside the building. I had my mother pull over and I went into the business to ask about that green Chevy. 

It belonged to one of the mechanics, and yes, it was for sale—at an affordable price! I immediately liked it and ended up buying it, having it serviced, and then driving to Andrews the next day to pick up my roommate and head out Thursday morning. I named it Betsy, and Betsy taught me many things about God that I needed to know. But those hands that guided me then: warm, soft, yet with incredible strength within—so memorable. 

That was the first time. The next time was years later, on a pleasantly warm, beautiful day in Michigan. 

Two others and I were driving north on I-75 just south of the Zillwaukee bridge near Saginaw. We were playing highway alphabet, and I was winning when suddenly, those hands were on my face, turning my head to look ahead—at a flatbed semi sitting there absolutely still: the bridge was up, and traffic was at a standstill. At 75 mph, all I had time to do was flip the steering wheel left and then right. The car spun out and stalled. I felt someone staring at me. It was the flatbed driver with an absolutely pale face. “Are you OK?” “I think so,” I replied. I started the car and pulled around behind the truck, which was when I realized that, thanks to that angel, we had been seconds from being killed. I wonder if it was the same angel? 

One day, in a better place, I hope to meet that angel—or perhaps both of them—whose touch, guided by our Heavenly Father, changed the course of my life. I’m going to say a big thank you and give the biggest hug I can. Thank You, Heavenly Father, for the life-saving ministry of angels!