You know it is funny. We were expecting maybe a different solution to the gas problem. I was quite ready to run a couple of hours on fumes if that is how God wanted it. We seem to have a notion in our heads that God needs our help performing the miracles. Then He turns around and does it quite differently. Duh!
We got into Oakland on a Wednesday night and we didn't know quite what to do but go to a church. I drove all the way to downtown Oakland and found a phone book, because the Lord was telling me a church with Bible in the name. I see many churches with Bible in the name.
I'm still scratching my head and my wife says look for one just as we entered Oakland from the South. I ask why. She says the Lord was telling her for us to pull off the interstate as soon as we got into town. She said she was afraid it wasn't the Lord. I told her to stop doubting and speak up. We were used to me getting most of the directions.
We found Oakland Bible Church just North of San Leandro a few blocks. We got there as services were just starting. When they asked for testimonies, I stood up and shared that the Lord brought us there for mission work. The church was all black and I am sure they wanted our story. After services the pastor approached us and said I know just the lady you are looking for. She has a mission and she needs help. We were invited to park in their driveway at the parsonage house next door to the church. It had a stocked kitchen and bathrooms. They had no bed for sleeping, we we had those in the van. God is certainly good.
