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Three Miracles in Tel Aviv

I don't know how it happened, but at Tel Aviv airport three men got talking, a Christian, a Muslim, and a Jew. They were discussing the airport security, when the Christian broached the subject of religion. The Jew and the Muslim listened with cynical smiles as he told his story.

"I was brought up with God's Word," said the Christian, "But it was never until I really came into trouble that I learned to really trust in Jesus. I was flying from this very airport, bound for Chile, when it happened. We were flying over the Sahara desert, you see, and that was before there were weather satellites. We ran into one helluva storm-- there was sand everywhere. One of the turbines cut out, it had been destroyed by the flying sand. Well, gentlemen, I prayed like I had never prayed before. I prayed, Lord Jesus help me get out of this alive. And d'you know what happened? Suddenly, a big gap appeared in the storm. For two miles around the storm subsided, and the air was clear. I thank the Lord that we safely returned to Tel Aviv airport, although I never did make it to Chile."

The Muslim did not usually talk about religion, but he was not to be outdone. He recalled an incident over the Gobi desert. "When I and my family were flying from Kazakhstan to Pakistan a few years back, a remarkably similar incident occurred. We were in the midst of a terrible storm, and the cabin crew had given up hope. I stood in the aisle and prayed to Allah, and of course we were saved. The storm suddenly cleared, and for miles around there was nothing but clear blue sky. It just goes to show that you should always trust in God."

The Jew, as fate would have it, had had a similar experience. "I was driving across the Negev desert one day when my car broke down. It was the worst place it could have happened, as there were no towns or villages as far as the eye could see, and the sun was beating down. Well, I did the only thing there was to do. I waited in my car for someone to come who could take me to town. Soon enough, someone came along. I got out of my car and waved, but they didn't stop. They just drove on by. But about a hundred yards down the road I saw them throw something out of their car. I went to see what it was, and what do you think? It was a suitcase full of money! It had broken and the money was blowing about... all banknotes, no coins! But it was the Lord's day, and being a religious Jew I couldn't pick it up. I prayed to God, 'Just this one time, God, remember me. You know how I've remembered you for all these years. Something for me this time, God?' And for ten miles around, it was Tuesday."


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