God Calling
It had always been Ken Gaubs goal to help those who were hurting. Some people just need a little boost, and I wanted to influence their lives in a positive way, he says. He became a traveling missionary and with his family, conducted crusades not only throughout America but in many foreign countries. He established a magazine, a radio and television ministry and a youth outreach program.
But sometimes even preachers get drained and discouraged, and they wonder if they should consider another line of work. That was how Ken felt one day in the 1970s as he, his wife, Barbara, and their children drove their two ministry buses down I-75 just south of Dayton, Ohio. God, am I doing any good, traveling around like this, telling people about you? He wondered silently. Is this what you want me to do?
Hey, Dad lets get some pizza! one of Kens sons suggested. Still lost in thought, Ken turned off at the next exit, Route 741, where one sign after another advertised a wide variety of fast food. A sign, Ken mused. Thats what I need, God, a sign.
Kens son and daughter-in-law had already maneuvered the second bus into a pizza parlors parking lot, and they stood waiting as Ken pulled up. The rest of the family bounced down the steps. Ken sat staring into space.
Coming? Barbara asked.
Im not really hungry, Ken told her. Ill stay out here and stretch my legs.
Barbara followed the others into the restaurant, and Ken stepped outside, closed he bus doors, and looked around. Noticing a Dairy Queen, he strolled over, bought a soft drink, and ambled back, still pondering. He was exhausted. But were his doldrums a sign of permanent burnout?
A persistent ringing broke Kens concentration.
The jangle was coming from a payphone in a booth at the service station right next to the Dairy Queen. As Ken approached the booth, he looked to see if anyone in the station was coming to answer the phone. But the attendant continued his work, seemingly oblivious to the noise.
Why doesnt someone answer it? Ken wondered, growing irritated. What if it is an emergence?
The insistent ringing went on. Ten rings. Fifteen . Curiosity overcame Kens lethargy. Walking to the booth, he lifted the receiver.
Hello?
Long-distance call for Ken Gaub, came the voice of the operator.
Ken was stunned. Youre crazy! he said. Then, realizing his rudeness, he tried to explain. This cant be! I was just walking down the road here, and the phone was ringing
The operator ignored his ramblings. Is Ken Gaub there? she asked.
I have a long-distance phone call for him
Was this a joke?
Automatically, Ken smoothed his hair for the Candid Camera crew that must surely appear. But no one came. His family was eating pizza in a randomly selected restaurant just a few yards from where he stood. And no one else knew he was there.
I have a long-distance call for Ken Gaub, sir, the operator said again, obviously reaching the limits of her patience.
Is he there or isnt he?
Operator, Im Ken Gaub, Ken said, still unable to make sense of it.
Are you sure? the operator asked, but just then, Ken heard another womans voice on the telephone.
Mr. Gaub, I'm Millie
Yes, thats him, Operator! she said. Mr. Gaub, Im Millie from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. You dont know me, but Im desperate. Please help me.
What can I do for you? Ken asked. The operator hung up.
Millie began to weep, and Ken waited patiently for her to regain control. Finally she explained: I was about to kill myself, and I started to write a suicide note. Then I began to pray and tell God I really didnt want to do this. Through her desolation, Millie remembered seeing Ken on television. If she could talk to that nice, kindly minister, the one with the understanding attitude ..
I knew it was impossible because I didnt know how to reach you, Millie went on, calmer now. So I started to finish the note. And then some numbers came into my mind, and I wrote them down. She began to weep again. Silently Ken prayed for the wisdom to help her.
I looked at those numbers, Millie continued tearfully, and I thoughtwouldnt it be wonderful if I had a miracle from God, and he has given me Kens phone number? I cant believe Im talking to you. Are you in your office in California?
I dont have an office in California, Ken explained. Its in Yakima, Washington.
Then where are you? Millie asked, puzzled.
Ken was even more bewildered. Millie, dont you know? You made the call.
But I dont know what area this is.
Millie had dialed the long-distance operator and given the numbers to her, making it a person-to-person call. And somehow she had found Ken in a parking lot in Dayton, Ohio.
Ken gently counseled the woman. Soon she met the one who would lead her out of her situation into a new life. Then he hung up the phone, still dazed. Would his family believe this incredible story? Perhaps he shouldnt tell anyone about it.
But he had prayed for an answer, and he had received just what he needed a renewed sense of purpose, a glimpse of the value of his work, and electrifying awareness of Gods concern for each of his children all in an encounter that could only have been arranged by his heavenly Father.
Kens heart overflowed with joy. Barb, he exclaimed as his wife climbed back into the bus, you wont believe this! God knows where I am!
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It had always been Ken Gaubs goal to help those who were hurting. Some people just need a little boost, and I wanted to influence their lives in a positive way, he says. He became a traveling missionary and with his family, conducted crusades not only throughout America but in many foreign countries. He established a magazine, a radio and television ministry and a youth outreach program.
But sometimes even preachers get drained and discouraged, and they wonder if they should consider another line of work. That was how Ken felt one day in the 1970s as he, his wife, Barbara, and their children drove their two ministry buses down I-75 just south of Dayton, Ohio. God, am I doing any good, traveling around like this, telling people about you? He wondered silently. Is this what you want me to do?
Hey, Dad lets get some pizza! one of Kens sons suggested. Still lost in thought, Ken turned off at the next exit, Route 741, where one sign after another advertised a wide variety of fast food. A sign, Ken mused. Thats what I need, God, a sign.
Kens son and daughter-in-law had already maneuvered the second bus into a pizza parlors parking lot, and they stood waiting as Ken pulled up. The rest of the family bounced down the steps. Ken sat staring into space.
Coming? Barbara asked.
Im not really hungry, Ken told her. Ill stay out here and stretch my legs.
Barbara followed the others into the restaurant, and Ken stepped outside, closed he bus doors, and looked around. Noticing a Dairy Queen, he strolled over, bought a soft drink, and ambled back, still pondering. He was exhausted. But were his doldrums a sign of permanent burnout?
A persistent ringing broke Kens concentration.
The jangle was coming from a payphone in a booth at the service station right next to the Dairy Queen. As Ken approached the booth, he looked to see if anyone in the station was coming to answer the phone. But the attendant continued his work, seemingly oblivious to the noise.
Why doesnt someone answer it? Ken wondered, growing irritated. What if it is an emergence?
The insistent ringing went on. Ten rings. Fifteen . Curiosity overcame Kens lethargy. Walking to the booth, he lifted the receiver.
Hello?
Long-distance call for Ken Gaub, came the voice of the operator.
Ken was stunned. Youre crazy! he said. Then, realizing his rudeness, he tried to explain. This cant be! I was just walking down the road here, and the phone was ringing
The operator ignored his ramblings. Is Ken Gaub there? she asked.
I have a long-distance phone call for him
Was this a joke?
Automatically, Ken smoothed his hair for the Candid Camera crew that must surely appear. But no one came. His family was eating pizza in a randomly selected restaurant just a few yards from where he stood. And no one else knew he was there.
I have a long-distance call for Ken Gaub, sir, the operator said again, obviously reaching the limits of her patience.
Is he there or isnt he?
Operator, Im Ken Gaub, Ken said, still unable to make sense of it.
Are you sure? the operator asked, but just then, Ken heard another womans voice on the telephone.
Mr. Gaub, I'm Millie
Yes, thats him, Operator! she said. Mr. Gaub, Im Millie from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. You dont know me, but Im desperate. Please help me.
What can I do for you? Ken asked. The operator hung up.
Millie began to weep, and Ken waited patiently for her to regain control. Finally she explained: I was about to kill myself, and I started to write a suicide note. Then I began to pray and tell God I really didnt want to do this. Through her desolation, Millie remembered seeing Ken on television. If she could talk to that nice, kindly minister, the one with the understanding attitude ..
I knew it was impossible because I didnt know how to reach you, Millie went on, calmer now. So I started to finish the note. And then some numbers came into my mind, and I wrote them down. She began to weep again. Silently Ken prayed for the wisdom to help her.
I looked at those numbers, Millie continued tearfully, and I thoughtwouldnt it be wonderful if I had a miracle from God, and he has given me Kens phone number? I cant believe Im talking to you. Are you in your office in California?
I dont have an office in California, Ken explained. Its in Yakima, Washington.
Then where are you? Millie asked, puzzled.
Ken was even more bewildered. Millie, dont you know? You made the call.
But I dont know what area this is.
Millie had dialed the long-distance operator and given the numbers to her, making it a person-to-person call. And somehow she had found Ken in a parking lot in Dayton, Ohio.
Ken gently counseled the woman. Soon she met the one who would lead her out of her situation into a new life. Then he hung up the phone, still dazed. Would his family believe this incredible story? Perhaps he shouldnt tell anyone about it.
But he had prayed for an answer, and he had received just what he needed a renewed sense of purpose, a glimpse of the value of his work, and electrifying awareness of Gods concern for each of his children all in an encounter that could only have been arranged by his heavenly Father.
Kens heart overflowed with joy. Barb, he exclaimed as his wife climbed back into the bus, you wont believe this! God knows where I am!
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