| At first, I thought, Get behind me, Satan! This is my missions money. But then I asked God to give me another sign: “I really need some confirmation here.” And the next Sunday morning, the young man God had told me to give the truck to came up to me at church. He said, “Mr. Ricky, what are you going to do with that little truck you got?” It really just scared me. It frightened me so bad that God was speaking so directly to me. I went in the church and repented. That afternoon I filled the truck up with gas and found the title. That night I gave the truck to that little boy, and he began to weep. The boy said, “Mr. Ricky, God showed me in a vision about two weeks ago that you were going to give me that truck.” The next morning, when I got to work—I worked for a company that built and sold fire trucks—my boss did not want me to go on the trip. At first he had said I couldn’t go because I would be gone too long. But the Monday morning after giving my truck away, my boss said, “How much do you lack on your trip?” Ricky said, “Well, all of it.” His boss said, “If that fire truck outside sells, then I’m going to pay the whole thing for you.” And before the week was out, that fire truck was sold! Now not only did we have the money to go on the trip, but we were able to buy luggage and a few souvenirs for my boss. That was our first experience with missions. On that trip, God began to change the way we thought about things, the way we looked at people, and the way we loved people. We came back home and got back into our routine—everyone except for me; I couldn’t get back in my routine. I would stay up at night just thinking about the people there. I would begin to weep and think, What is wrong with me? Something was going on inside of me. After a couple of months it would die down, and then a missionary would come to our church to speak, and it would eat my lunch. It would be like the man was pointing his finger in my face and saying, “You’ve got to go!” And then I’d go home and ask my wife if she saw him pointing his finger at me. She’d say no, and I’d say, “He was in my face.” I just felt like he was telling me I had to go. This went on for a while. Then it would die off. Then our church would have another missions trip, and I would have to go. During those times, God was just confirming my call. Yet I still didn’t know what He was doing. A church missions trip was planned for Ecuador. One of the team members decided not to go, so I was asked to fill his spot. While in Quito, Ecuador, God spoke to me, “This is your place.” At that time I really didn’t understand what God was saying. I was thinking, Wow, maybe He wants me support a missionary to Ecuador. Or maybe He wants me to just pray for the people of Ecuador. So I came home and began to do that. We started supporting a missionary to Ecuador, and we began to pray for the people constantly. But it just wasn’t enough. There was still something unsatisfied. I decided to talk to my pastor about what I was feeling. He said, “Well, let’s take it slow. Maybe you should be the missions director of our church.” I thought, That’s good. Maybe that’s it. I can take people on missions trips. I knew the first place we were going was Ecuador. I got a team together and went back to Ecuador. God again said, “This is it. You’ve got to stay.” When I returned home, I talked to Carol about what I felt God was speaking to me. I said, “Honey, I think God is calling us to Ecuador.” (I knew that if God was speaking to me, my wife would confirm it with some profound words.) Carol said, “You’re crazy.” I asked her if she would pray about it, and she agreed to pray. So we began a process of praying and seeking God. We didn’t talk to our sons about this. I prayed, “God, if you’re calling me, then You’ve got to call my whole family.” During that time our two sons, Caleb and Joshua, were going to a Christian school. Joshua was only five at the time. One day just before nap time, his class was praying. Joshua told his mom, “I was praying for a little girl’s arm when I heard a voice say, ‘Joshua be quiet and listen to Me for a while.’ ” Joshua looked around. Since the teacher was up front, he said he knew it had to be God speaking to him. Joshua told his mom that God had spoken to him at school and told him he was going to be missionary. Carol began to cry and said, “Okay, God. I see what You’re doing.” Our oldest son, Caleb, was ten years old at the time. We were serving as children’s pastors, when one Sunday morning we just felt the move of God. So we said, “Alright kids, just find a place to pray and seek God.” Caleb went into the corner and started praying. Then he came back in, with tears running down his face, and said, “Dad, I’ve been praying, and God told me I’m going to be a missionary. But I’ve been telling him that I want to be a doctor.” Ricky told him to keep praying. Caleb went back to the corner and continued praying. In a few minutes he came back to his parents with a big smile on his face and said, “God said I can be both!” Right now he’s 17 years old and is planning to pursue medical missions. We know God is going to do a work in his life. We can’t wait to get back to Ecuador and continue the work God has put our hands to. God has been so good. |