It was the summer of 1992 and we were coming back from distributing Scriptures in Romania. We had two rented vans and were driving from Romania to Hungary, flying out of Budapest the next morning. Terry Tweed from North Carolina was driving the other van and keeping up with me pretty well – which was no small feat because there was no speed limit on the autobahn in those days! It was getting late in the afternoon when I glanced in my rearview mirror. But the no van was in sight. So I slowed down for Brother Terry to catch up. But as minutes passed, I realized that he must not be behind me. Was he ahead of me? Had he passed me on the other side of a lumbering transport truck and I hadn’t seen him? But now they were at least ten minutes ahead of me! Or had they doubled back looking for us? We spent the next two hours frantically looking up and down the Hungarian autobahn for one lonely van full of Americans. I had all of the money for the night’s supper and motel, and the tickets for our flight the next morning. Would Brother Terry know how to find the airport in time for our morning flight? How would they manage supper and a hotel? Everyone in our van was praying that we would find the others safely. With nothing else to do, I pulled off the autobahn at an exit to spend the night. As I drove down the exit, there they were! They had just pulled off at that very same exit on the very same side of the autobahn. Coincidence? May be. God in control? No doubt!
