Repository of Miraculous Experiences.

[carlos]

Paragraph 9 of this week's Watchtower article tells a beautiful experience of how Jehovah provided for a couple in an unexpected way. That kind of experiences are so encouraging! So I thought maybe we can tell a few experiences of how Jehovah covered our daily needs in unexpected ways. Only experiences we had personally or that we know first hand, please.

 

This is mine: Twenty or twenty-five years ago our kingdom hall was very old and did not even meet the basic legal requirements. It could be closed down at any time by the authorities. Besides it posed a risk in case there was a fire or something like that. So it was clear we needed a new place. But prices of locals in the area were very high and we were a quite modest congregation where many friends were unemployed and hardly managing.

 

The elders tried hard to find a new place for months, and finally they found the perfect spot. It was in a convenient place in the territory, easy to access, and the local itself was spacious enough, met all requirements and only needed reasonable remodeling. So they took an anonymous poll to see how much every family could contribute. Unfortunately, the poll said the congregation could only pay half that amount.

 

Yet the offer seemed too good to let it go. So the CO attended our next meeting and explained the situation to the congregation. It was very unlikely that we found a similar place for that price. He suggested we prayed about it and the poll would be repeated one week later.

 

Well, during that week literally every member of the congregation who was unemployed found a job. I was one of them. And my wife, then my girlfriend, was another. When the poll was repeated, the amount that came was exactly the price of the local. The new hall was bought and it's still being used today.

[SUNRAY]

When I first learned the truth, I was 18 years old and living with my parents in the suburbs of Washington, DC. My parents were not interested, so I arranged to leave home. I had $5 and a roll-away bed and a card table. I had no transportation, so I prayed to Jehovah to help me find a bicycle. A witness family had offered me their basement to live in. One day before I left the comfort of my parent's large home, my mother said there was a new bicycle at the end of the driveway! A girl I used to go to church with heard I needed one and had never used it, so gave it to me! I kept it in the basement where I moved to, and rode it to Geico at 6:30 am where I opened mail from 7am to 11am. I was pioneering right afer being baptized, so after work I rode the bike to my terrotory. Well, after a month I moved to Bethesda, Md., a few miles further away from Geico and lived with 2 other pioneers. I kept the bike under the stairs..we were on the 2nd floor. Well, riding to Geico on Rockvilke Pike each morning was very dangerous. I was in the bus lane and constantly had to watch for the bus so as to move onto the sidewalk. One day I went downstairs to leave for work, and my bike had a flat tire! My roommate said the tire had been cut. I couldn't afford to pay $10 for a tube (my pay was $40 a week), so I decided to ride the bus to work..however, I didn't know what to do with the bike! So I prayed to Jehovah to take the bike away, and the next day it was gone!! (true story..1966)

[Doug]

4 hours ago, carlos said:

 

Well, during that week literally every member of the congregation who was unemployed found a job. I was one of them. And my wife, then my girlfriend, was another. 

So, you, your wife and your girlfriend all founds jobs?   That couldn't possibly happen very often, eh?     

 

 

[Stee]

Past few years, I’ve been struggling financially. (No one really knows about it)

 

Writing 1000’s of letters during Covid has certainly impacted many of us financially.

I have been pioneering as much as possible and increasing my time in the ministry. I talked about the matter to Jehovah.
 

Within no time at all, I received a package in the mail from a sister (who didn’t know about my situation) and had sent me hundreds of beautiful writing sheets with gorgeous pictures for letter writing & a large amount of stamps. 😭

 

A month later she did the same again.

 

A brother left a brand new printer on my door step with plenty of paper, ink and letter writing templates..just in time for the November campaign. 

 

..Another sister continuously buys me stamps when she purchases herself some. 

 

This has increased my love for Jehovah even more so..seeing him directly answer our prayers and provide for us, is so beautiful. Made me so emotional! 😭 

 

I’ve had plenty of experience seeing his help in the past..but this was the most recent. 
 

We never have to be anxious..he will always provide. ❤️
 

 

[FindingJonah]

Thanks Carlos! That was lovely.
I wanted to share a personal experience with you. I was diagnosed with a heart issue called Atrial Fibrillation about 24 years ago when I was 24. It was paroxysmal which meant It came and went for periods of 12-24 hours and if you don’t know what it’s like, it’s an extremely fast heart rate that is irregular. You get lightheaded and breathing gets constricted. It feels as though you have a small animal rummaging around your chest. There are all kinds of home remedies you can try, freezing baths, valsalver manouevers, cold drinks… none of them did anything for me.

The cardiologists (plumbers of the heart) put you on a course of drugs to slow and regulate the heart, and these also never worked for me. They only made it feel worse. So after many years I went to see an electrophysiologist, who specialises in the electrics of the heart and he recommended an ablation which is an operation where they shove a tube up through your hip and into a blood vessel following it into the heart.When they get to the heart they punch a hole in the septum (dividing wall in the heart). And then there’s a little burner (or freezer) that they use to scar the heart walls. The scarring works to stop the extra electrical currents from going back into the heart. 

It worked for 4 years but then my heart healed and they had to do it again. It worked for 4 years.

Then a couple years ago it started to fail again. This time I had no health insurance and all the docs could do was drugs. They didn’t work. I still coped, I could go for runs and jogs in between attacks and could even play 6 aside football. The attacks became more frequent and eventually permanent.
Then last October I had heart pain and couldn’t breathe. I went to hospital and they told me that my left ventricle was enlarged and flapping and I had a second issue which was atrial flutter. It was constant. 130-180 beats a minute. I thought I would die or worse. In some ways I thought it might be best for my family if I did. Although I am youngish, I have life assurance and if I became incapacitated and couldn’t work I couldn’t see how things would work out. I was fast tracked for treatment but with Covid there was a 2 year waiting list.
Over Christmas the hospitals and doctors were working on limited availability and I was getting worse. I had an appointment for the 5th Jan. I went for a walk in the hills with my wife on the 3rd and was struggling to walk 20 yards without pausing. I would take a few steps and feel a surge of pressure into my head I wasn’t sure I’d make it back to the car.

Sorry for the long lead in but I realised that the thing I felt compelled to share happened just over a month ago. If I don’t share it will disappear into the ether and I will not get to express my gratitude, many Christian brothers and sisters prayed for me. Corporate and personal prayer have so much power.

I woke up at 5:20 on the morning of my appointment on the 5th jan. My heart was pounding. It had not stopped racing really since September. I had hoped to live until the cardiologist could see me. Now was the day. I felt so bleak and low I turned once more to my Heavenly Father. I said a prayer, a very specific one. Lying on my bed I reached into the air, 

I started by thanking God for my affliction, because it had made me more spiritually aware and hopefully it’s part of my personal sin atonement. I asked that I be given one of three outcomes in accordance with His will 1/ I would be granted the strength to carry on, 2/ the comfort of knowing my family would be ok or 3/ that my heart could be in whatever state that would allow me to fully dedicate myself to him. I promised myself to God, i asked him to send an angel or his Son because I knew I would be healed if he touched me. I opened my eyes, mid prayer and visualised (this did not happen but I used intent to imagine it was) a hand holding mine, I could almost feel the pressure, I imagined in that dark room a golden light at the touch that moved down my arm. (I can’t stress this enough no golden light passed down my arm.. I imagined it.) 

I put my hand down. My chest felt quiet. My hand went to my neck to check my pulse. My heart was in normal sinus rhythm. 60 beats per minute. One a second. Perfect… and it’s been like that pretty much since. I can walk the dog I can play with my kids, I can work..
Now maybe the drugs and therapy all kicked in after months on that exact moment or maybe the consolidated prayers of good ones did, but I will testify that I have not embellished this account at all. Maybe it was the act of stretching my arm up. Maybe it was me reaching towards God.

You take health for granted when you have it and you can also take help for granted. I am nothing. I don’t deserve anything. I haven’t merited any special favour. I am a sinful wretch. He gives us what we need.

I am not out of the woods yet. I probably will need an operation. I haven’t had a scan yet but can’t imagine my heart has been completely healed this side of perfection. But I have the strength to go on. Trusting in the plan.

1 thess 5:16-18 

Rejoice 

Pray without ceasing.

Give thanks.

 

 

 

[Thomas Walker]

This week's WT had examples of times when Jehovah had provided for His servants in an unexpected way.

 

I live for examples like this. There was a talk a few years ago by Brother Jackson, where he declared that we are lucky, because Jehovah is not limited to only providing things in ways we pray for. We've all heard at least one experience where someone says "I was just praying for God to talk to me a moment before you knocked." We've all heard enough of them that it can't be anything but direction. Things even more outrageous happen for construction work.

 

In times past, Jehovah provided help with miracles. Miracles today are more subtle, but most of us have heard at least one example where the odds of something happening are so outrageous that it can't be anything but divine intervention.

 

There are many of these experiences on JWTalk, but I thought it would be good to have a thread devoted solely to everyone's most encouraging experiences. Like all experiences, it's probably best if we offer something first or secondhand, or something from the literature/conventions.

 

The point of this thread is not to replace anything that others might have offered before; but rather to try and put all the most miraculous moments in one place; so that they're easy to find. Remember, we're all looking forward to seeing the Hand of God in our lives, during the times ahead; and we don't know exactly how it will happen; nor do we need to. But building that confidence in Jehovah's 'style' in saving His people from trying times is more important now than ever.

Edited February 22, 2022 by Thomas Walker

[Thomas Walker]

I'll offer this, from my father:

 

My father, years ago, was working on a (secular) construction site. There was heavy rain that day, so he was being paid full wages to sit quietly in a room and read a book until the rain stopped. For my dad, this was a dream workday. But while he waited, he was suddenly hit with worry for the other brothers and sisters, given the weather. He hadn't gotten a call, or heard anything that made him worry; it was just an idea that he couldn't shake.

 

So he takes a half day, for reasons that he couldn't explain, goes home to my mom, and tells her he wants to check on brothers and sisters in the Cong. So they make up some coffee and sandwiches and decide to do so. My mother asks: "Who should we start with?"

 

My father suggests an elderly brother who lived alone; so they went there first... and found his house was being flooded out by the rain. First place they went. My dad goes and calls around the Cong to others, and the younger brothers/sisters all come hurrying over to set up sandbags, rescue his possessions, and begin fixing things up.

 

The elderly brother said: "I was praying and praying for the rain to stop. It didn't stop, but you all came."

[carlos]

Matt, it seems we both had the same idea, so I merged both topics.

 

Beautiful experience by the way!

[carlos]

On 2/20/2022 at 11:52 AM, FindingJonah said:

I am not out of the woods yet. I probably will need an operation. I haven’t had a scan yet but can’t imagine my heart has been completely healed this side of perfection. But I have the strength to go on. Trusting in the plan.

That's a wonderful experience, Michael. Nothing compares to experiencing Jehovah's care firsthand.

 

This is another experience a friend told me recently: He moved with his younger sister to an area where there was a need for publishers. Plans didn't go as they expected. Time passed, they were unable to find a job, and their savings were quickly going down. One night they found they only had a carrot and a teabag for dinner. He had never been in the situation of not having what to eat until then. They told Jehovah about their concerns, shared the carrot and the tea, and went to bed. The next morning he received a call from a sister who lived nearby. Some family issue had arisen and she had to leave immediately and spend some months abroad. She asked if they could keep an eye on her house, go every couple days, pick the mail, air the rooms a bit... "By the way, the fridge is full, what a pity if all that food is ruined. Please take everything." Shortly after that they found a job and they have never lacked dinner since.

 

[Thomas Walker]

An experience from Sweden. Confirmed by a Circuit overseer, sent to me by my aunt, who was in Bethel at the time. It's some years old, so you may have heard it before.

 

***

 

One Sunday Afternoon, an Elder and his 11 year old son were supposed to go out in the Ministry with tracts. Their territory was even in their own street. But the weather was very cold, and pouring rain, so the father was planning to stay in. But the boy put on his warmest clothes and said "Okay, dad! I'm ready! It's time to take our tracts and go!"

 

The father said they couldn't go in such weather, but the boy was quite insistent. After all, didn't people need to know, even if it was raining?

The father said he wasn't going out in such weather, but his kid insisted. And since it was their own street, he allowed his son to go out with the tracts.

 

After two hours of going to every door in the street, and even giving them to people walking by, the boy was soaked, cold; and had only one tract left. There was one house, just around the corner from his street. The street was deserted, but the boy ran up and rang the bell. No answer. he rang again. No answer. he was about to give up, but something compelled him to stay and ring the bell again, knocking too. There was still no answer so he rang the bell again; and this time the door opened.

 

A sad older lady opened the door slowly. "What can I do for you?"

 

With a big smile at his success, the boy said: "I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just wanted to tell you that Jehovah God really loves you and I came to give you my last tract that will tell you about Jehovah and His great love!"

 

He gave her his last tract and turned to go. The lady called after him. "Thank you!"

 

The following Sunday morning, the father was on the platform introducing the talk, and the speaker. But before the Speaker could walk up to the stage, the old woman stood up at the back of the hall and started to speak:

 

"Nobody here knows me. I've never been at a Kingdom Hall. You see, before last Sunday, I was not a Christian. My husband died some time ago, and I was left alone in the world; and even lonelier in my heart. I came to the conclusion that I didn't want to live anymore. I took a rope, and a chair and climbed the stars to the attic of my house. I hung the rope, climbed up on the chair, put the noose around my neck. I was standing there, scared and heartbroken, and about to jump; when my doorbell rang. I ignored it, but it kept ringing. I thought if I waited a few minutes then it would stop. But they kept ringing and knocking. I asked myself 'who could that be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes for a visit... So I took the noose off my neck and came downstairs. When I opened the door, I couldn't believe my eyes, because here was this innocent, clear eyed little boy with a smile I can't describe. The first words he spoke touched my heart, which has been dead for a long time. 'I just wanted to tell you that Jehovah God really loves you.'. Then he gave me this tract that I have in my hand. When the boy went out into the rain and cold, I shut the door, and carefully read every word of the tract. Then I went up to the attic and got the rope and chair. I didn't need them anymore. Now, I am a happy old lady who wants to serve Jehovah. Since the address of your Kingdom hall was on the tract, I came here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little child, who came in the right moment to save my life."

 

Not a dry eye in the Hall, as you can imagine. The cong burst into applause and the father stepped down from the podium to hug his 11 year old son.

[Susan Cook]

12 minutes ago, Thomas Walker said:

An experience from Sweden. Confirmed by a Circuit overseer, sent to me by my aunt, who was in Bethel at the time. It's some years old, so you may have heard it before.

 

***

 

One Sunday Afternoon, an Elder and his 11 year old son were supposed to go out in the Ministry with tracts. Their territory was even in their own street. But the weather was very cold, and pouring rain, so the father was planning to stay in. But the boy put on his warmest clothes and said "Okay, dad! I'm ready! It's time to take our tracts and go!"

 

The father said they couldn't go in such weather, but the boy was quite insistent. After all, didn't people need to know, even if it was raining?

The father said he wasn't going out in such weather, but his kid insisted. And since it was their own street, he allowed his son to go out with the tracts.

 

After two hours of going to every door in the street, and even giving them to people walking by, the boy was soaked, cold; and had only one tract left. There was one house, just around the corner from his street. The street was deserted, but the boy ran up and rang the bell. No answer. he rang again. No answer. he was about to give up, but something compelled him to stay and ring the bell again, knocking too. There was still no answer so he rang the bell again; and this time the door opened.

 

A sad older lady opened the door slowly. "What can I do for you?"

 

With a big smile at his success, the boy said: "I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just wanted to tell you that Jehovah God really loves you and I came to give you my last tract that will tell you about Jehovah and His great love!"

 

He gave her his last tract and turned to go. The lady called after him. "Thank you!"

 

The following Sunday morning, the father was on the platform introducing the talk, and the speaker. But before the Speaker could walk up to the stage, the old woman stood up at the back of the hall and started to speak:

 

"Nobody here knows me. I've never been at a Kingdom Hall. You see, before last Sunday, I was not a Christian. My husband died some time ago, and I was left alone in the world; and even lonelier in my heart. I came to the conclusion that I didn't want to live anymore. I took a rope, and a chair and climbed the stars to the attic of my house. I hung the rope, climbed up on the chair, put the noose around my neck. I was standing there, scared and heartbroken, and about to jump; when my doorbell rang. I ignored it, but it kept ringing. I thought if I waited a few minutes then it would stop. But they kept ringing and knocking. I asked myself 'who could that be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes for a visit... So I took the noose off my neck and came downstairs. When I opened the door, I couldn't believe my eyes, because here was this innocent, clear eyed little boy with a smile I can't describe. The first words he spoke touched my heart, which has been dead for a long time. 'I just wanted to tell you that Jehovah God really loves you.'. Then he gave me this tract that I have in my hand. When the boy went out into the rain and cold, I shut the door, and carefully read every word of the tract. Then I went up to the attic and got the rope and chair. I didn't need them anymore. Now, I am a happy old lady who wants to serve Jehovah. Since the address of your Kingdom hall was on the tract, I came here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little child, who came in the right moment to save my life."

 

Not a dry eye in the Hall, as you can imagine. The cong burst into applause and the father stepped down from the podium to hug his 11 year old son.

Another example also of Jehovah waiting right til the ‘11th hour’ before he makes a move on situation..

[Thomas Walker]

So, here's one that happened today.

 

My Aunt called us up at the start of the week. A sister in her congregation came to our state for a holiday with her (unbelieving) husband. The husband took ill. (Not Covid). The infection was serious enough to hospitalize him. This sister returned to her home congregation for the memorial. her husband knew that was important to her, but then she had to find emergency accommodation back in our state; to be with her husband, still in Hospital.

 

Because of the last-second nature of all this, she only got a few days at the most expensive hotel in town. My aunt calls us, and we organize people. The HLC is called to visit the husband, and see if we can get him transferred to a hospital back home. The sisters organize to look after the sister, take her to lunch, find her a place to stay.

 

Then the disaster happens. There's a Covid Outbreak at the hospital, so she can't get in to visit him. Neither can the HLC members. What was going to be a few days is now a week.

 

My mother takes the sister out for lunch. She'll have to leave the hotel tonight, and we're sorting out where she can go; when a van pulls up alongside them, and out jumps three or four people who are thrilled to see our visitor. They're all from her original congregation, and were here on holiday, (totally unaware of this whole situation) where they just happened to be driving past at that exact moment. They have a free bed, no charge, and she can join them until the hospital wards go out of lockdown.

[Doug]

Those are powerful experiences.  I had an experience today, very unexpected:

 

I have one employee and she is a gem of a human.  I like her a lot.  But she is clear that she doesn't talk religion or politics.  Nevertheless, I keep literature out in the open.

 

My employee has a daughter who had a baby 6 months ago.  Also, the daughter now has two step-children visiting.  So, she's a new Mom and Step-Mom.

So, today Mom comes into my store with her tribe.  No problem with that.  But then Mom walks right up to me and says "Aren't you religious"?

"Yes" I said.  "Can we hold hands and pray"?  She asks.  Oi!  I'm thinking, I don't want to upset her, or disappoint her.  How do I respond to this??

 

I told her "I pray to Jehovah".  She says "That's okay. Can we hold hands and pray to Jehovah"?  And then I said "Why don't I say the prayer"  (I had the impression she wanted to do it).

 

And so I said a prayer for her and her children.  Then I showed her the interactive Bible study and called a sister (with children) to follow up.

 

It happened so unexpectedly and quickly it caught me by surprise.  And it was emotional.

[Dages]

What a nice topic.

 

Let me share one from my daughter.

Some years ago, at the time of the soccer world cup, she was in first grade and the teacher explained that the game would start soon so they would watch it on the screen but first they would have to stand and sing the anthem.

My daughter of course did not want to do this but was too shy to express her very young faith to her teacher. (She was like 6 years old).

So she did the only thing she knew could help : she prayed in her heart.

Well, at the moment the anthem was about to start, the Internet connection had a problem... For several minutes.

When they got back online the anthem was already over so they did not have to sing. What a relief for her.

We laugh about it even now, maybe an angel was sent to step on the internet cable

 

[coolbrz731]

I have a couple that happened to me.  I'll tell the first one now:

 

We were in field service, working 3 blocks, and we were on the border.  My mom started going across the street, and I was trying to tell her that we need to go around the corner, because across the street is another territory.  Well she kept walking and then pointed at the house on the corner.  Now the older friends knew which houses had mean people and had a bad habit of sending us "young bucks" there.  So, when she pointed at that house, I figured I knew why.  I looked at my partner, a MS, and he shot me a look like, "You better do what your momma tells you".  But I was tired, and not in the mood.  So I called her out.  I told her I knew she was trying to send me to the mean house and that I didn't want to go there.  She stomped her foot, and pointed really hard at that house.  The brother was like, "Come on..."  Brothers didn't challenge sisters when they physically put their foot down.😂  Well, we went to the door, and the man approached the door, sure enough, in a mood.  His wife was starting to believe in evolution, and he didn't know what to do about it.  Guess what book we were presenting?  Life, How Did It Get Here, By Evolution or by Creation?  He started crying when he saw the book and heard our presentation, and said he'd been praying to God to help him with this situation.  He was really amazed when he found out my father was an evolutionist, so I was familiar with the subject.  

 

When we returned, I couldn't wait to tell mom about the experience, and also ask her to tell me to go to doors a little nicer next time.  But, mom asked me why did I walk across the street and who was I talking to....  I may have been hallucinating, but my partner too?  So, if I wasn't arguing with mom, who was I arguing with????

[coolbrz731]

Okay.  Here's the second experience I had.  I was an attendant at a district convention in Dodger Stadium.  I was off of my shift and taking a much needed break from seating late-comers in the section that had really steep stairs.  Suddenly, I had to go.  I mean, I was about to wet myself.  I silently cursed myself for drinking so much ice tea, and started running for the bathroom.  A brother started calling my name.  I told him I had to go, and it was an emergency.  He said this was a bigger emergency.  I decided to try to suck it up and see what he needed.  He was right, it was an EMERGENCY.  

 

I was needed at the location where they were keeping the new releases.  The apostates had developed a technique where they would say wild stuff to get the brother guarding either the money or the literature in an argument, and while he was distracted, another couple would snatch what he was guarding.  Well, the apostate was "working" the brother guarding the literature, and the other attendants were busy dealing with other problems.  So, I took my station across from him and kept my eye on the literature.  The apostate tried every trick in the book to try to either bait me into an argument, or at least get me riled up and off balance.   What he didn't know is that at technical school, some of my classmates thought it would be funny to start a "fight" between me and an ex-jw.  I didn't really cooperate, and I told them straight up that I didn't have anything to prove, and I was not going to defend myself against his verbal abuse because...if I did that, it would entertain them.  Since they put me in that position, there was no way I was entertaining them or doing anything that they wanted.  So I developed thick skin.  

 

Back to the story, I noticed that this mixed couple was staring at me a little too much.  After a while, the apostate gave up, called me a name, and left.  The couple left at the same time, obviously frustrated.  The brothers confirmed I had thwarted a snatch and grab attempt when they were finally able to make it back.  The one brother advised I'd better run to the bathroom before I embarrass myself, but, I didn't have to go anymore.  In fact, I didn't go until I went home.  It wasn't till many days later, when I was talking with my friends about it, that we realized that an angel may have had a hand in arranging me to be there at the right time, since I was the only one available.  The idea that an angel directly led me there was wonderful but freaky.  Was that angel messing with my bladder?  If so...I humbly request that that never ever ever ever happen again.  The idea of that is just...too....freaky.... 🤔😶But, I'll admit, it is cool to be possibly directly used by angels😏

[Doug]

23 hours ago, coolbrz731 said:

  I was an attendant at a district convention in Dodger Stadium.   Suddenly, I had to go.  I mean, I was about to wet myself.  I silently cursed myself for drinking so much ice tea, and started running for the bathroom.  A brother started calling my name.  I told him I had to go, and it was an emergency.  He said this was a bigger emergency.  I decided to try to suck it up and see what he needed. 

 I didn't have to go anymore.  In fact, I didn't go until I went home.    Was that angel messing with my bladder?  

With your permission   -    I would like to share this experience with the sisters in the car group       

[coolbrz731]

1 hour ago, Doug said:

With your permission   -    I would like to share this experience with the sisters in the car group       

No problem.  Go for it

[Hinata]

I wanted to share this my own personal experience, because I didn’t want to see this thread dying. I hope to see people continue to contribute to this thread. My memory of this experience of very fuzzy because it’s been a very long time, and you may think it is not “miraculous,” but hopefully you are encouraged by it nonetheless.

 

Some years ago, foreign delegates from the Northern Country visited Korea in order to enjoy 2018 Regional Convention. The provision was made because the brothers were in situation they could not publicly hold the Regional Convention in their homeland safely.

 

The Korea branch and many local congregations in Korea worked hard to provide good accommodations, tourism plans, spiritual gatherings. While in Korea, many of the brothers were spiritually built strong and could feel the international brotherhood love, similar to international convention provision we have. In our own congregation, also, some brothers were assigned to gather for the meeting, tour around Seoul and view the Regional Convention and sleep in their hotels, too.

 

One day, brothers assigned to our congregation came to the hotel, and told us that they’ve lost the key card at the convention hall. (We were at the hotel to help their direction.) But in order to replace the key was hard and complicated procedures and possibly required money. I don’t remember the exact reasons now, but no matter the reason, it was not something we wanted to deal with at near the midnight. We were quite very tired at that time and needed to resolve that issue ASAP.

 

We went and report the issue at the hotel desk. Then I remember discussing with other brothers with other possible ways to get the brothers into their rooms, which did not work out. We even had to consider temporary resolution of housing the brothers at different rooms, because the room was locked and we couldn’t find any other way opening it.

 

I do not remember if the hotel’s management had said anything about situation of dealing with lost key at the time. But in the end, all of the plans we thought had proven failed, there was no way to get the brothers in unless we found the key card. But a lost key was lost. There was no realistic reason to think that lost key will suddenly pop out and drop from the sky.

 

But suddenly, one of the management person at hotel came to us, saying: “We’ve been told that you’ve lost the key, and someone from your religion came to us saying that they’ve found yours.” To our surprise, that lost key was found by another brother. That brother had found that hotel’s key card while they were in the convention hall, and he also happened to reside in the same hotel with our brothers, because the hotel was Branch selected.

 

What are the likelihoods that the brother from our congregation loses their key in the convention hall, housing tens of thousands of people, and within that hall, yet another brother finds that exact key card, and that brother just also incidentally happens to have been assigned the same hotel with who’ve also lost key card previously? Obviously, it happened because we’re united organisation.

 

Again, I do not remember the exact all the details of the event now, some details may be wrong or exaggerated or changed. But no matter the reason, it was an experience that made us think: Jehovah’s organisation is a worldwide brotherhood. We’re united in one same worship. And Jehovah can help us solve any problems we may face. We don’t know how it may be solved or when, but it will be.
 

Edited July 27, 2022 by Hinata

[sania]

I wanted to do pioneering.  So I thought to resign my full time job and find any part time job. I resigned my job and started searching for a part time job.. I thought it was easy to get a part time job, but it was not ..I applied to many companies and didn't get a reply, I was sad, but continued searching ,  I was ready to do any kind of job, but part time.  The money I had left in my bank was getting over, one month passed, no job yet, no money, then one day I got a message in my mobile stating " Your salary has been credited to your account" I"ve got full month salary in my account which I didn't work for. So I called my previous company to report this mistake and send them back the money, they thanked me and asked me to keep the money ! Now It is from Jehovah! . And few days later out of nowhere a nearby congregation brother called me and offered a part time job in his office, the same kind of job I worked in my previous company! So, I happily started my pioneering 😊

Edited July 31, 2022 by sania

[hatcheckgirl]

That’s an amazing experience Sania! 👍👍

[Arumuga Raja]

Your experience is very nice and cheers me up my dear sister @sania

[Esined]

Awesome & v encouraging experience @sania!

[Sally]

This happened to me about 40 years ago

 

Soon after I was baptised, my teacher Georgia, suggested that we go out in service in her territory one day, just her and I.  She was a pioneer. So, we went to a nice residential area on a sunny day and walked from door to door.  We stopped to talk to a man who was working on his car with the hood up, on the street. He didn't want to talk and he was very angry because someone in his family had recently been disfellowshipped. I was very new and didn't know how to handle such a situation.  We politly excused ourselves and moved on. As we walked I sensed something so I looked back and he was following us and he was carrying a gun!  I told Georgia and she said, Don't worry, Jehovah will take care of us.  I was beside myself with fear.  I kept telling her that we needed to do something.  She was so relaxed with no sign of fear! As we walked up a driveway of the next house I saw a shed right next to the driveway with the sliding door partially open. As she walked, I slipped inside the shed door and was facing the inside wall, frozen in fear. A moment later I heard, "may I help you?" I looked over and a man was in the shed! I quickly blurted out that I was one of Jehovah's Witnesses and we were talking to his neighbors but a guy is following us with a gun and I didn't know what to do!  He said, "Don't worry I am a policeman, come with me in the house and I;ll take care of it".  He opened the door to his house and let us in. His wife was home.  He went in a back room and got his weapon and left the house. We sat there quitely as he was gone. He came back and told us that he was gone now and then he drove us to our car. Georgia was right.  Jehovah took care of us!!

 

Sally

[Thomas Walker]

I've got one from my family. This was at the Cong where my father grew up.

 

There was a sister with a strongly opposed husband. Whenever she would go to the meetings, he locked her out of the house and she'd have to sleep in the shed until morning. He threatened to divorce her every time she did something spiritual.

 

The night of the memorial, he suddenly changed his mind. He told her to take the car and have a good time.

 

So this sister took the car, went to the Memorial... and then when it was over, she couldn't start the car to go home. One of the brothers in the Cong (A mechanic by trade) took a look at the engine, and said that the car had been sabotaged. The ignition leads had been all swapped around.

 

There was no way the car should have started at all, to get her to the Memorial, and yet somehow it worked, until the meeting was over. The Brothers gave her a ride home, she informed her husband, and he had to go to the hall the next morning to fix his car.