SENDMEAMAN

SEND ME A MAN
Many years ago I knew a man who lived about five miles
south east of Weiser, Idaho. Down on Buttermilk Slough, to be
exact.
This man and his wife had knelt in their living room, along
with his brother and his wife, and given their hearts to the Lord
when both couples lived in Midvale, about 25 miles to the north
of Weiser. Dr. Charles E. Fuller was giving his altar call over
the radio, and both couples responded.
Both couples were grieving over baby boys they had each
lost to infant disease.
The men had been noted for their "wild west" demeanor in
the past, and a very real change had taken place in their lives.
They had joined a church in their little hamlet, but they
were not taught water baptism.
As Floyd was studying his Bible, he became convicted that
he should be baptized. But not just any baptism would do. He
felt that he should be baptized in the same manner that all of the
people of the New Testament time were recorded to have been
baptized.
He could not find a man in the area of Weiser who would
do the job like he thought it should be done.
So he talked to the Lord about it. Surely there was some-
one somewhere who would be willing to baptize him that way.
He said to the Lord, "If this is as important to You as it is
to me, Send me a man."
In a few days, a man from Naches, Washington, about 350
miles away, knocked on Floyd's door.
The house sat at the end of a long driveway, off a side
road from the highway. Highway 30, that is.
The man's name was Bill A. I knew him also. He related
to Floyd that the Lord had told him there was a man wanting to be
baptized, and had directed him to that house. Was it true that he
was ready to go to the water?
It was true, and the water was close by. "So, what doth
hinder-- ?"
"If ye be willing, and obedient--."