Ninety-nine and… Part III

Williamson family 1939Living new lives as born-again Christians brought both joy and sorrow to Corina and Glen. The peace and joy they felt with each other and with God was so wonderful. But, was it worth all the turmoil it caused in their extended family? They were both ridiculed and taunted by their brothers and sisters and misunderstood by their parents. Corina and Glen stood firm, knowing it was real. They were both trusting God to give them strength.

The pastor of the Waterloo, Iowa Free Methodist Church, Rev. E. W. Walls, asked Glen to give their story in a service. Both Corina and Glen were growing spiritually. Pastor Walls saw speaking ability in Glen. So when he needed a fill-in person on an occasional Sunday evening, he asked Glen to speak in his place. Corina encouraged him.

In 1940 Pastor Walls was moved to Des Moines to pastor the church there. It had a small satellite church on the east side of town that he was responsible for. Pastor Walls asked Glen to consider taking over this small church. It didn’t pay a salary so Glen would have to have an outside job but it did have a parsonage for the family to live in, rent free.

Fairview Chapel, east side FMC in Des Moines 1941Corina and Glen discussed and prayed about this new challenge. It seemed God was leading them in a new direction. Glen applied for a job in a hotel in Des Moines and was hired.

Fairview Chapel, East Des Moines, Iowa.

The following is the story of their move, reprinted from Anita’sAdventures.blogspot.com

 Glen and Corina loaded their car and a four-wheeled trailer with their meager belongings and along with their three children got a morning start to a new life in Des Moines. What did the future hold for them?

       They had only been on the road for an hour when a strong south wind came up. It tugged at the trailer, whipping it if Glen drove much over 20 miles an hour! Each slight grade had to be negotiated in second gear. They soon knew they’d never make it to Des Moines in one day.

       The small town of Marshalltown was about half way and became their goal. By late afternoon a bank of black clouds came blowing in. Lightning began streaking across the sky, followed by peels of thunder.

       Gas was getting low but Glen knew of a gas station about eight miles before they would get to Marshalltown. If only they could make it…they did. But alas…the gas station was closed! 

       Glen measured the amount of gas by sticking a ruler into the tank. The end of which barely got wet. Oh no. He began to think they’d never make it to Marshalltown. It was a hopeless situation. But Corina…was not giving up so easily.

       “Hasn’t God called you to preach?” she asked. “Aren’t we doing everything we can to answer that call? I’ve been praying every mile, and I believe He will see us through.”

       “I know you have,” Glen replied. “So now, I’m going to explain our anxiety to the Lord in minute detail. He already knows it, but I’ll tell him anyway.”

       “Dear Lord,” Glen began. “We’re in trouble.” Now in the 30’s and 40’s most folks, including Glen and Corina, prayed using King James vocabulary. But on this day, Glen approached the Throne of Grace with intense, mid-western English. “We must reach Marshalltown before dark on account of this open trailer that has no lights. Our load of furniture must be under cover before the rain. If we have one flat tire, we’ll never make it. If we run out of gasoline, we’ll never make it either. All we’re asking is that our tires hold up, out fuel holds out, and we beat the darkness and the rain to Marshalltown. We pray this in Jesus name. Amen.”

       They began slowly moving on their way. “God is answering our prayers,” Corina whispered as they passed the city limits.

       “Yes,” Glen answered. “We’ve barely beat the darkness and the rain. I see a garage where maybe we can get under cover.” Glen turned into the drive and blew the horn. A mechanic opened the big door just as the first drops of rain began to fall. Moments later there was a torrent of rain!

       Inside the garage, the mechanic told them they had a tire going down! He could hear it!

       “Sir,” he said, “If you’ll move your car to the back of the shop, I’ll change it for you. I’m the night man.”

       “Thank you,” Glen said gratefully, as he began driving the car to the back. The motor suddenly sputtered and died! They were out of gasoline!

       Glen and Corina were in awe… “Be still and know that I am God.” Psalms 146:10a

      Does God answer prayer? Well, not always this dramatically. But, yes, God always answers prayer; not always the way we want, but God does answer prayer.

 So began life for the young family in Des Moines, Iowa, in the early years of the 1940’s.

                                         

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About allinthedayofme

I can't believe I'm in old age! I'm more than halfway through my seventies! I'm a child of God, wife to one, mother to five, grandmother to 15 plus one granddaughter-in-law! I'm a sister, aunt, niece, cousin, friend and neighbor. I'm a housewife and former ESL tutor. I love reading and writing. I write and am the editor of a newsletter, bi-weekly, for seniors. I love genealogy, traveling, birds and animals, blogging and taking pictures.
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