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My Encounter with "Moses"
by Bill Allison of
	Something crazy and God-like happened to me on Sunday, September 12, 2004, during my 
ministry to the community of Chrisman, IL (population 1,200). The churches in that town 
rallied together for a combined church service in the city square in the morning--and later at 
an evening youth service. God showed up...and he was looking for me.
	The scene: After the morning community service. I've finished speaking, and I am 
simply connecting with the people of Chrisman in the city square: "Ninety-eight years old 
tomorrow?" I asked incredulously. "That's right, I'll be ninety-eight years old tomorrow," 
said the man in a voice that could barely be heard. He looked much stronger than his voice 
	"What did you do for work?" I asked.
	"I was in the ministry for seventy-two years. That's why you can barely hear me. 
Over the years, I preached so much that I preached my voice out."
	I don't know exactly what happened in my heart at that moment other than to say 
that it was like an electrical shock ran through my body. God got my attention. Here was 
the man that I hope to be some day--a man who faithfully preached God's Word until his 
voice finally gave out.
	I asked curiously, "Were you married?"
	He said, "I was married to the best minister's wife in the world. We were married 
and did ministry together for seventy years." He looked away from me for a moment and 
continued, "She has been in Heaven now for the last four years." He looked to his right and 
left and said, "Two of my sons are with me today."
	It began to dawn on me that I was in the presence of a man I want to be like with all 
my heart. I was not about to lose this opportunity. So I went into sponge/learner mode as fast 
as I could--determined not to lose one bit of this opportunity to sit at the feet of this 
experienced godly man. "What advice would you give to a young preacher like me?" I asked 
	Without a second of hesitation, he said, "Preach the Word! That is exactly what I 
tried to do my whole life. So I say preach the Word!" I've read this exhortation in Scripture 
many, many times. Even at my official commissioning and licensing for the ministry, the same 
words were said. And they were meaningful to me then. But somehow, coming from this 
gentle senior saint, it felt like it was coming from Moses himself!
	Thinking back to a conversation I had with a very discouraged ministry friend last 
week, and knowing that the number one reason many leave vocational ministry is because of 
discouragement, I asked, "Were you ever deeply discouraged during your seventy-two years 
of ministry?" 
	"Yes, I was discouraged from time to time. But it was God's Word that kept me 
going. I knew God wanted me to preach his Word since I was fourteen. I preached my first 
sermon when I was seventeen. Throughout my life, God's Word has sustained me--even 
during the discouraging times." 
	Again, I've heard this, knew this, and even said similar things. But somehow, because 
of his years of experience with walking with God, his authentic words drilled deep into my 
	Other people from the community began to approach our small circle and engage me 
in conversation. I watched out of the corner of my eye as this man and his two sons slowly 
walked away. My heart began to race. I was filled with urgency. I MUST ASK THIS MAN 
TO PRAY FOR ME! The man and his sons were about twenty-five yards away from me 
when I suddenly ran to them. I did not mean to be rude to the people who had gathered 
around me, but I HAD to do this. When I caught up with them, I said from behind them, "Sir, 
will you please put your hands on me and pray for me?" 
	I could not believe those words came out of my mouth. But I felt COMPELLED to 
have this man pray for me.
	He turned around to look me right in the eyes. His eyes widened and he immediately 
placed his hands on my shoulders and, in that sweet, raspy, and worn out voice prayed the 
most beautiful quiet prayer of blessing I have ever heard. He prayed that I would flourish in 
my relationship with God, my wife, and my kids. He prayed I would be faithful to preach the 
Word. He prayed God would bless me and my ministry beyond all I could ever ask or 
think--for God's glory. As he prayed I quietly began to weep. I was thinking two things: 
1) This must be what it was like to receive the blessing of a patriarch in the Old Testament, 
and 2) Am I nuts? Am I starting to unravel emotionally here? The answer to this last 
question--yes. But as crazy as this whole deal was--I KNEW God was in it--and I am glad I 
listened to the Spirit's voice and promptings.
	When he pronounced the "amen," his two sons and I looked up--and I could see one 
was weeping like I was--and the other was also glassy-eyed. I made eye contact with the man 
of God and as I went to say "thank you" I could not get the words out because a flood of new 
tears came. I finally regained my composure, shook the man's hand in gratitude, and watched 
them walk away.
	Frankly, God did something so deep in my heart in this brief encounter with this 
senior saint that I am still processing it. But it was deep and it was God--and I will never 
forget it. In some strange God-way, I feel like I received a blessing from Moses himself.
	As is often the case, I went to minister, but ended up getting ministered to. 
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