Several years ago, probably about 1975, I had filled in for a pastor while he was out of town.  I was driving home and pulled into a station to get some gas.  I felt an impression to witness to the attendant but I brushed it aside.  I was in a hurry.  My in-laws were coming over for Sunday dinner, it was past noon and I was 30 minutes from home.  I got my gas, paid and left.  

When I got to the on ramp to the freeway, I turned on my right turn signal and slowed down to turn.  Something was wrong!  My steering wheel appeared to be locked and I could not turn the car!  I rode past the on ramp not knowing what to think.  There was a large department store on the left and I had no trouble turning left into the parking lot.  I stopped and tried to figure out what was with the car.  A voice in my mind said, "Go back and witness to the attendant". 

Witnessing to total strangers always made me nervous.  Somewhat unnerved I pulled out of the lot and had no trouble turning right onto the street.  I drove back to the station, pulled in and parked.  There was a family in the office paying for gas so I went into the men's room.  I literally was trembling as I prayed and waited. 

When the family left I went into the office.  I said, "I owe you an apology".  "What for", was his reply looking puzzled.  "I didn't speak to you or acknowledge you when I came in a few minutes ago".  His reply was "No problem.  Happens all the time".  "But I'm a Christian and a preacher", I said feeling embarrassed and ashamed.  "Do you know who Jesus Christ is?"  I asked.  "I have been told He is God's son", he said.  "Have you ever acknowledged Him as God and Savior?"  I asked?  "No", he replied, "I've been a pretty bad person, I don't think He would forgive me".  I asked him if he had ever heard of the apostle Paul.  He had.  I told him that Paul murdered men, women, and children who believed in Jesus Christ and God forgave him.  "Have you ever murdered anyone?"  "No!" he said.  "If God forgave Paul, do you think he could forgive you?"  He said, "Yes".  I asked him if he would like to receive Jesus as his savior.  He said he would and I prayed with him.

I drove away, had no problem turning right onto the on ramp this time and went home.  I have never seen him since.  I cannot tell you his name.  All I know is God had a plan and purpose that He would not let go unaccomplished.  I've often wondered if I was the last Christian he would ever talk to or if God had some special plan for him.  I will ask the Lord when I see Him.