This testimony is from Dr Michael E Evans, of Evans Institute
of Middle East Studies (website shown at the base of this post,
for details about Mike). Some of you will no doubt be on
his email list for regular updates concerning the Middle East,
in which case you will have seen this latest email.
It is an inspiring account that can only serve
to remind us of the presence and power of our mighty
God in our personal daily lives. What God did (and
does) for Mike, He can, does, and wants, to do for us.
The Bible says that God has assigned angels to watch over
us. I want to do everything possible to activate my
angel and keep him busy, and I'm sure you do, too. In
Jerusalem at the Garden Tomb, I prayed that the angel of
the Lord would strengthen, protect and provide for you.
A number of years ago on my birthday, a terrorist attempted
to kill me. I am certain that had the angels of the Lord
not protected me, he would have succeeded. He had
already killed two people - a state strooper and a Jewish pawn
shop owner. When I was informed of his arrest, a spirit
of fear hit me. When he was finally caught, he had my
address and my unlisted phone number on the front seat of his
car.
When I went to the Lord in prayer, God spoke to me to
confront that spirit. God gave me an assignment to go to
what was then the most dangerous place on the planet -
Lebanon. I had the opportunity to minister to
Palestinians who hated Jews. I brought them food and
medicine. I was warned by Israeli intelligence not to go
because of a terrorist attack.
I had also taken a trunk full of Gideon Bibles to give to
the Marines who were stationed in Beirut. The next
morning, I heard the explosion as a Hezbollah terrorist blew
up the Marine barracks and killed more than 240 of them.
I was driving a rented car with Israeli license plates in the
middle of a war zone. In trying to get out of the
country and back to Israel, I got lost. I ended up
turned around and headed toward Damascus.
We ran out of gas, and the two other members of my team
said, "We're dead!"
I said, "No we're not - you're still talking." A
young Arab who looked to be around 18 or 19 stuck his head in
the window of the car. My first thought was, "He's going
to shoot us." He smiled and held up a can of
gasoline. After he put it in the car, he pointed at the
door lock. I unlocked the door, and he got in.
For thirty-two minutes, he never said a single word.
He pointed to where we needed to go. Just as we arrived at the
border, he put his hand up. We stopped the car, and he
got out. The colonel at the border checkpoint told me he
had informed the Prime Minister's office that my team and I
had been killed in Lebanon. They thought there was no
way I could survive. He said, "How did you make
it?" I started to point toward our guide, but he was
gone. I believe it was an angel of the Lord who
delivered us from death that day. We need our angels to
be active because we are part of a crucial and mighty battle
. . .