I got back in my car and told God "thank you" for trying my faith because I knew that nothing else but the Bible made sense when it was all said and done. A scripture popped into my head ( a little out of context )- count it all joy when you fall into different temptations because these things work patience- But instead of being calmed by it, I was more angry. I got back inside my car and thought about driving off, but I didn't. I said...

"Where are you?, Why aren't you here for me? What am I supposed to do? Where is your Spirit and why is He not here? How can I continue like this? Help me, send someone to me YOU HAVE TO. I am calling out to you, crying out for you, I need you, send someone right now to this church to help me or I have got to give up again on church. I need to borrow someone's faith because everything you have shown me is being contradicted. Where is my vision of Jesus? Why aren't I speaking tongues? Where is my miracle?

I closed my eyes and laid my head back in the seat and kept saying the same things. I don't know how much time elapsed while my eyes were closed( probably just a minute or two), but when I opened them, there was a vehicle parked diagonally in front of me.

I don't know how to explain the feeling I felt. I guess I was dumbfounded. I wondered if that vehicle was there already when I pulled up or not at first. I knew it wasn't there, but I think I was trying to rationalize the miracle ( like I always do). When I prayed for God to send someone there, I didn't really think anything would happen. I know that God is able, but I had been calling for God's Spirit to show me something all week, and I didn't expect anything this time either. But there was that mini-van.

There was no one inside it. I sat there for a minute wondering what they must have thought, some guy sitting in the parking lot apparently talking to himself with his eyes closed. I didn't talk to God, didn't thank or ask Him if this person was here for me, I just stared at that van that seemed to miraculously appear. Dumbfounded.

I knew that to whomever was driving the van, there was no miracle. They turned into the lot and parked in front of the door and went inside- might not have even seen me. I waited about 30 seconds, opened my car door and kept looking at that van. Then I looked at the door. I was waiting for someone to come out so that I didn't have to be so bold. Then God said, "you are always waiting for someone else, get out of your comfort zone".

With much hesitation I walked to the door not having any idea what to say( it was almost as if I were somewhere else while my spirit was making me walk to the door because I didn't have the confidence or something). I really did not know what I was going to do or say when I got to the door. When I got there it was locked, I looked inside- nothing. I still didn't know what to do or say but I just knocked. Someone came to the door and I STILL did not know what to say, so I just said "Do you go to this church?"( obviously someone who has the key to the door and the code to the alarm goes to that church, but I was dumbfounded).

He said he was the pastor of the church and that he wasn't supposed to be there today but felt like he had to do something. He asked me to come inside. and we talked. You'll have to ask him what brought him to the church. For me, It doesn't have to be some miraculous voice of God telling him I was there. If he forgot his favorite pencil and had to pick it up real quick, that doesn't take away the miracle for me because if he hadn't shown up, I might have made up my mind that I wasn't going to church anymore. I was at the end of the rope as far as I was concerned on trying to figure this thing out.

Last night I told a friend of mine that was going home, finishing some tape studying I was doing on "the Holy Ghost" and tongues, and that if God didn't give me the gift, or a vision or some other sort of miracle, " I was finished." I didn't mean finished believing in God, just finished going to churches, trying to get more than God has already given me spiritually, finished trying to sort out the beliefs that separate us into denominations.

I know that some ( especially my friends ) that are reading this think it is silly and will explain it away as just a complete coincidence-nothing miraculous about a pastor showing up to his church, not even on a Friday. But the entire "coincidence" was so surreal to me. It was an immediately-answered prayer (which are not common). He could have pulled up anytime the entire hour was there, but he pulled up and got out at the exact moment when my eyes were closed, so that to me he simply " appeared". He "appeared" not when I was asking God for help, but when I said send someone to this church right now.

The "newness" of this miracle is beginning to wear off. I'm starting to feel a little normal again. But nothing can change the fact that this happened. This Pastor was given to me by God.