by Bob Fugate, an Alliance international worker serving in Mexico
While a freshman at Penn State, I attended the Jesus ’78 Festival with a broken ankle.
For the first time in my life, I heard the voice of the Holy Spirit, telling me to stand up—with no crutches. Without a cast, my ankle was badly swollen, and I knew it would not support my weight. But thankfully, although with a lot of hesitation, I determined to find out if this really was the voice of God. If so, I did not want to miss out on what He had.