Proof The Bible Is True

Early one July morning I arrived by train in Salt Lake City eagerly anticipating a week’s camping trip with my son, Dan. We planned to explore the Oregon Trail. My great-great-grandfather had trudged West along that trail beside a covered wagon. Dan wouldn’t arrive for a while, so I stowed my gear in a station locker and walked into town. When I returned, the station doors were locked. A sign announced it wouldn’t reopen until ten o’clock that night. I peered in the window, but no one was inside.

 

We’d lose a whole day if I couldn’t get my gear! Lord, you’ve got to do something! I demanded. I’d surprised myself. Never before had I issued an order to the Almighty.

 

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