One of my brother Ken’s first jobs was to work as a dispatcher for the Burlington Northern Railroad. He worked the night shift, and put in some long, hard hours. On one such night my mother was awakened out of a deep sleep when she heard my brother’s voice crying out, “Mom?” Immediately she got out of bed and was on her knees praying for her son. I often teased my mother and called her “the fastest pray-er west of the Mississippi.” She would often breathe quick prayers of “Jesus!” when either my brother or I would be driving. She would assume a car a mile away was going to cross our path. My brother and I would tease her incessantly, but truth be known, we knew we could always depend on our mother’s prayers, day or night, no matter where we were.
The day following my mother’s night intercession on behalf of my brother, he called her. “Mom, you’re not going to believe what happened last night!” Of course she was more than curious to hear. “I had the strangest feeling at work that I was supposed to order an engineer to stop his train. After checking my boards and all the signals, I really couldn’t see any reason why I should stop the train, but the feeling just wouldn’t leave me. Then I just felt compelled to send the order out. Mom, you’re not going to believe this, but we barely avoided a head on collision with another train!”
“Yes, I believe you, son,” my mom responded. “Now I know why the Lord woke me up to pray for you!”
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