IT WAS 12 O’CLOCK

 

This evidence is a reel fairy tale for the person that God place on my way.

 

This story happen to me on 1984 at Nice, where I was leading my own firm.

 

I had an appointment with the firm at Marseille, to talk about business in hand. So I decide that day to go by the motorway around 1h00 in the afternoon.

 

Before getting to the motorway link road, I was talking to Jesus while driving and I was proposing him to use me to render a service or give an evidence or give me the possibility to intercede while being on the road according to the will of the holy spirit.

 

Once arrived at the slide road of eastern Nice, I noticed a man sitted down the road with a bag in between his legs and he seemed writing on a notbook. Distinctly, God ask me to stop and pick him.

 

Some will say it is presumptious of me to say pratically in all my evidences that i heard God saying something to me! I would stress on, by simply saying that I always bring proof in what follow you can therefore see it  is not the fact of my imagination. In fact, each of these exceptional adventures has always ended in a good way because I have obeyed to what I heard.

 

Then, I decide to believe in that voice which ask me to pick the guy who visibly is not asking for something, neither hitching but his sport bag brought out the fact he was at the motorway slide road to travel.

 

I stop in front of him without stopping the motor and by opening the glasse at passenger’s side I sound my horn to attract his attention. He did not dare address to me one word whene as I asked “where are you going” he answered: nowhere! And you? Up to Marseille, I said.

 

 

He seemed indecided and after a moment of hesitation, he put his notbook in his bag, got up, moved toward my door and said why not! Finally he got in the car in a nonchalant way.

 

Not knowing my passenger, the firsts periods were heavily silent and did not dare listen to my spiritual tape. He was about 22 year old, casually dressed, neat and expressed himself correctly.

 

As I drived along, a strange thing was happening in my mind. Firstly, it was the impression of seeing the boy as if I know him for long. I had knew a terrible event happen to him at that moment and I wanted to tell him about. Though, I was not absolutly certain that what i felt so intensively is from the holy spirit and i was not ready to be take as a foolish person.

 

Finding myself in this inner dilemma, i said to myself: i will tell him what i have for him by talking about my past, in this way if i made a mistake he will not realise it.

 

I then, told him how i got to paris when young with a band of friend to chance my luck at Nice. I confide to him that our relationship got spoilt very early. We were having finance difficulties, it was difficult to get any work outside touristic season and later betrayal occur among us. As result, we separated and I was about to end up destitute stealing milk at door step, begging bread from baker in a way to finish with my life.

 

Amazed, he turned toward me and said loudly: you are an angle! Or a gaudy.

 

At this stage, i said inside me: well done lord, we are on the right way.

 

I certified my young passenger that I was neither of them but if he likes I am able to exlplain why i told him that.

 

Then, he introduced himself. James is his name. He was coming from Nantes la Jolie and everything i told him about my past is what he was going through at that moment.

He proposed to read what he was written in his notbook to me when i gave him a lift. He took gently his notbook from his bag, open it and red loudly what he just wrote.

 

“oh, spirit! Or God ! who ever you are, i just want you to know that i am about to finish with this life, i have decided to throw myself under the wheels of the first lorry which will pass before me; i do not know why i am written this to you but i dare believe that you exist somewhere above and so you would be able to send a sign or an angel to stop me.

 

At that right moment, both of us had tears in our eyes. I put an affectional hand on his shoulder and told him: you found your answer, I am going to talk to you about him! We discuss about God , Jesus and our life during a hour while driving.

 

When we arrived at the entry of Marseille, where logically i supposed to drop him at the tollgate for him to continue his journey, God ask me once again to let him be with me. I then told him, i now know that God has rescued you from committing suicide and i think you need to be together  for sometime. I drop him in front of a coffee room just a while from my place of appointment.

 

I left him some money for food and fixed an appointment with him in the afternoon. He got down leaving his luggage and when I remind him of that , he answered with a smile: as you are going to come back, i leave them in the car! This sign of confidence strenghten our friendship.

 

Around 18h30, i came to pick him up and return to Nice. At this stage again, we continued discussing for he asked me all questions without answers stored in his mind since twenty two years.

 

 

When approaching Nice, I told him that habitually i attend a prayer meeting on Wednesday at 8h00 pm. I continue by telling him that I will make an exception today because of this particular event which is going on.He respond he will be glad to see the church I talk to him about. We therefore went straight to Ariane Church lead by pastor Christian Kadi.

 

That night, instead of a teaching, the pastor preach a message of evengelism. That message talk a lot about James.

 

While prayers were raising up, James seems too concentrated on his thought and suddenly we hear a prophetic word which said: you are the prodigal son, you wanted to do what you like and so you involve yoursel like a char. If you turn yoursel toward me now, i will take care of your life. Confide yourself in your God with all your heart.

 

At that moment I  felt, james has accepted this message as it was addressed to him for we were late at the meeting and the person who spoke does not even know him.

 

At the end of the meeting I talk to pastor Kadi about James who gave him a few amount of money. Around nine in the evening, I introduce James to my wife who serve us a good food and we prepare the divan for him to sleep on for the night.

 

The following day around 7h am, we went down in my shop located under my house. Over there in my office, I said: James, we are going to pray together and you will say exactly what you desire for God want to exhausse you. In the other hand, I cannot keep you in my house so you can stay till midday, after midday you will have to manage yourself without me.

 

With conviction, I said: Lord you said “ my word is followed with signs and miracles”

 

Then we drive toward Nice, without any goal neither a precised place. I stop by chance in front of a bar. James said he is ready to accept any kind of job and that the more important for him is to get something to upkeep himself. While taking some coffee, I opened my news paper on page where job vacancy are, thinking with my relationship at Nice and the will of God I will be able to find an employee quickly.

But curiously there was no place, no vacancy! I turn and turn again nervously pages thinking that the rubric was written somewhere else, but surely not.

 

Once again there was a fight in my mind, a sadic voice was shouting pretentious! You feel you are clever.  Now , what are you going to tell the boy? Sorry for you! Good luck and goodbye.

 

That voice was right, I have been pretentious to believe in my capacity and pretend that by 12h God will exhausse James prayer! I humbly ask God for forgiveness in tempting him because of my zeal.

 

I t was 9h in the morning, two cups of coffee and many question later. I felt a big spank on my shoulder, it was one of my furniture remover client  who has come to deliver some furnitures  in sell’s room at fifety meters from us, street Pertinax! The enterprise name is “le Dauphinois”. The manager sat beside us and stard addressing in a familliary manner some reproache to one of his employer who according to people came late and he is permanently drunk at work.

 

I therefore, cease this opportunity to introduce James as someone who is looking for a job. The boss ask him if he is able to work as a removal man and James answered I am a furniture remover and he provided his certifiate which atteste his word.

 

While shaking their hands and discussing about work hours, I felt a moment like I was in paradise for i was deeply suprise by that answer.

My joy vanish in a twinkle of an eye when another thought come in my mind. I said to the new boss of James: yes, but there is a problem, James does not have a house to live in! He answered dryly: that is a good deal, I borrowed a single room to this drunker I am going to sack him out right now, follow me!.

 

Could you believe it? Fifty meters further, on the same pavement and the same street Pertinax, we went under a porch , over there we pass through a compound. There, on a higher floor there is a door half open with a key on it and nobody in! The employer was already gone.

 

While openning windows, the owner said to James: we will find a table and a bed a part from that you already have the minimun for cooking and also have a toilette and bathroom. For the rent, it is an advantage in nature which will be on your paying slip.

 

He gave the key to James and fixe an appointment to start work the next day at 7h00 in order to remove furnitures from Marseille to Nice.

 

After sweeping and arranging empty bottles left by the formal tenant, we locked the door and I decide to find some covers and a sleeping bag for James. We were juste near the car when I gave him a friendly spank on his shoulder. This time, it was an old acquaintance whose wife was holding a dress shop called “Marlene Shop” guess where the shop is located? Of course, you get it! At the same street Pertinax.

 

He told me that was sales period and he need me to decorate her shop window I think that was an opportunity for me to pass by.

 

We therefore, went to Marlène and i introduce James to her. He related his story and she immediately had an affectional feeling for him in such a way that she said: while you taking measurement on my shop window, I will dress your little protected boy.

 

She found him a nice jeans , a pull, a coat, a shirt freely as a thank to that nice story he told her. Also, I gave to James the money I received from the work I did for that woman.

 

We then took the way going to la Trinité to go back to my house and I remember when passing in front of  the furniture shop called  that behind that shop there were some furnitures that clients got rid of to replace them with new ones. With the permission of the owner we put a single corner of bed, a base, a mattress, an arm chair, a small table and a chair. From there we went straight to my home to take a pair of bed sheet and two covers.

 

Around 11h00, we went back to his new house to fit out furnitures we found. After finishing the arrangement of furnitures and laying down the bed, James took from his bag some books and his precious booklet and put  them along the corner of shelf. Both of us stare at the booklet in which was written his cry for help address to God, at that moment we heard the bells of Notre Dame church ring near our street...........it was 12 o’clock.