Waking up early, I heard fierce winds pounding against the house. I was booked on a flight to Mexico that day for a Christian Science lecture tour, so I lay in bed quietly praying. I thought about all the good this trip was doing for so many, about the love and work that had gone into its planning, and about how much all the branch church members had been praying. In my own prayers I affirmed that there was no power that could keep this lecture tour from going forward. I reasoned that God, who is all good, is the only power, and there is no evil appearing as destructive weather or anything else.
I decided to call my main contact in Mexico, apprise her of the situation, and ask her to join me in specific prayer for my flight. I also asked her to contact the lecture chairpersons in the two other cities and ask them to pray along with us. She assured me that everyone would start supporting me immediately.
I showered and dressed, and left for Chicago’s international airport an hour earlier than initially planned. The car zoomed along the highway. Most mornings the road is packed with cars, but that day it was almost empty. Consequently, I arrived much earlier than expected.
