One Sunday morning, at the end of the service at prayer time there was an
invitation to come down front to pray. As usual I went down to wait for anyone
to come for prayer. Debbie Ryan came down and approached me for prayer
for her father. He was dying in a hospital in New Orleans. I don’t know what
happened; as I began to pray there came up a little chuckle from one of us.
This began to grow and it became louder and louder in that it drew attention.
It was embarrassing because there was nothing to laugh about. Both of us
were filled with the joy of the Lord. Her father was about to die and go to hell.
I don’t remember how this ended, but the next day a worker in the hospital
was given the word from the Lord to minister salvation to him. The Lord saved
him and now he is in Heaven.