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The
Blizzard
Driving in brilliant sunshine through
On one side was the sea and across the fjiord I could see the
vast forest. The trees wearing the colours of autumn made a stunning spectacle
that no artist could ever capture. The road was perfect as I drove along,
heading the next two hundred miles to Finland and the end of a mammoth
journey.Pulling into a picnic area I was deciding if I should park up for the
day or travel on for a few more miles.
My body was telling me to rest and enjoy the scenery, yet
inside I felt the urge to continue driving for a few more miles.
The miles sped by and I moved out of sight of the sea and the
sky was getting darker even though it was still early in the afternoon.
The road began to wind uphill and was soon taking me into the
high lands and the notorious mountains of the area.
Rain began to fall and then turned into snow and soon it got
very difficult seeing the road in front of the bus. The road by now was narrow
with hardly any space for oncoming vehicles to pass. Still the road wound ever
upward and fear began to take hold of me. I could see the sides of the road
disappearing into deep ravines. I could feel a strange urge inside of me, so I
rang a friend in
Ahead of me I could just make out a road sign and it was the
sign of dread.
Road works ahead.
I had visions of traffic lights and long delays as the snow
covered me over.
I reached the summit of the mountain and was confronted with
a very large vehicle transporting a massive bulldozer.
“No way past and no way
forward.”
Suddenly the snow stopped and I could see a miracle taking
place before my eyes.
Prayer
was being answered as my friends spoke to “Jesus”.
The road had just been made ready for the tarmac to be laid
on it and the snow had not had time time to settle on that side of the mountain.
The low loader was reversing slowly down the mountain and the line of traffic I
was in was slowly following as we made our way slowly downhill. I stopped and
allowed the vehicles behind me to overtake and then I followed them down the
mountain.
As we progressed down the mountain and passed the lowloader that
was now parked beside the road. The snow began falling again.
The the road surface suddenly changed into hot, newly laid
tarmac, which melted the snow as it fell.
At the next town I passed I called into the information
centre for a report on road conditions.
The road I had come
over was now closed. It appears that I was the last vehicle to cross the
mountain from the north.
Bad news followed this wonderful statement. The road south
was blocked and closed ahead of me.
The mountain pass into
Full speed ahead, along winding narrow roads by
the sea and then into pastureland. The tree
line began again and I was once again ascending into the high mountains and the
pass into
Ahead I could see the snow falling through the sunshine and
prayed that I would get through the mountain.
As I ascended, an amazing fact registered on my weary brain.
The road surface contained “No Snow” but the
sides of the road and as far as I could see were blanketed in white.
I drove in sunshine yet the mountains around me experienced a
blizzard, I could see the snow falling.
Reaching the
The road ahead of me was sunshine all the way that will
continue ever onward into Glory as the Lord removes the obstacles that would
stop the progress of “His Work and His Glory”
Are you walking the highway of Glory my friend? Or is your
path obscured by the problems life is throwing at you.
If you cannot find the strength to pray because
you cannot see the way forward. Ask a
friend to pray for you and as you surrender into the peace of God. Watch the
problems of life come into perspective as God enables you to face a future you
can cope with.
Cast Your Burdens on Jesus, for He Cares for You.
Miracle
in the Wilderness
Driving the border of a country the size of Finland is not
the easiest of tasks and calls for real concentration.
The roads are not always wide and covered with tarmac, in fact many are nothing more than mud roads full of
potholes. The last piece of road I travelled on the Norway Russian border was a
track that had seen better days fifty years ago.
When I arrived at thebeginnning of
the track it was getting dark and I could find no place to park up for the
night. I considered turning back but of course that meant I would not be able
to say that I had completed the course.
On I went into the twilight and prayed like a person in fear,
( I was ).
Two small mountains and many winding bends revealed
themselves as I slowly negotiated the fifty miles of disintegrating cart track.
Coming round a very bad bend on a steep hill I was confronted
by a signpost. I was entering the part of the road that was in Russian
territory. With my heart in my mouth and trust in the Lord I continued onwards
towards my goal. On one side of the road was a mountain stream and on the other
was nothing but a very long drop into a ravine. The road got even narrower as I
negotiated bend after bend, praying I would meet no other vehicle coming the
other way.
After a two hour drive I made it to the outskirts of the
village of Grense Jakobselva
and parked opposite the local Lutheran church.
Rising early the following morning I looked out of the window
to be confronted by a very barren landscape.
I was parked on the Russian side of the road and in communist
territory. Every tree and bush had been removed from the area and it was like
looking over a wilderness of evil. Everywhere I looked I was confronted by
cameras and on the hilltop a few hundred metres away I could see the watch
towers of Russia.
“Lord, why am I here? I asked as I looked over the wasteland.
All was soon revealed. I got out of the bus and went to the
church. It was locked and shut up until the next service.
Crossing the road I once again looked over the bleak
landscape and thought I was seeing things.
Between the Russian watch towers and the road in the middle
of all the barren wasteground. A cross had been
placed and in the midst of the desolation stood the hope of the world.
I could not approach the cross because I had no visa to enter
Russia, but I was able to guess that the simple wooden cross was about fifteen
feet high.
Why have I chosen to put this simple story in the Miracle
section of the web?
The Russian dictatorship has had years to purge the communist
world of faith in Jesus. Yet in their own territory
there stands the symbol of Christianity, for the whole world to see.
The cross stands within a Kilometre of the beginning of the
Russian territory in Europe.
As I completed the journey along the Russian
border in Finland and then Norway. Jesus
revealed to me and to the whole world that His church may be suppressed, but
“Christ” will always stand waiting in the wilderness for those who choose to
follow him.
The picture I took of the cross is on the pictures page
“Finland”.
Please pass on this story to your friends and ask them to
pray for the people on both sides of the border.
Miracles
3
Brother can you spare a Dime.
The rain was falling and the drunken singer felt so alone. He
had stood in the same spot for over four hours singing his heart out. But the
coins had ceased to drop into his hat.
In desperation he began singing the words of the hymns that
he had learned many years earlier when he proudly sang as a boy to the Glory of
God in the church choir.
The evening was getting darker and the street lights of
Just a brief interlude in
a busy man’s schedule was enough to cause the angels in heaven to rejoice.
The busker continued singing, put the card in his pocket
without even looking at it and when he had gathered enough money to get drunk
he went to catch a train to his home sixteen miles away. The months passed by
and the drunk continued using his voice to feed his alcohol addiction. Rarely a
day went by without him falling asleep in a drunken stupor at the end of the
day.
Spring arrived and the earth was once again preparing for a
time of beauty as the daffodils showed their golden trumpets to the waiting
world and the birds began to build nests.
One person did not feel much like celebrating. The singer was
in a lot of pain and feeling very unwell. He had got out of bed one morning
with a very bad headache and the area of his body where his liver was situated
was very painful. It took longer than usual to dress and make his way to the
bus stop where he normally caught the bus into the local town. Of course this
morning he had missed the bus and faced an hour of waiting until the next one
arrived.
He began the long walk into town but found he was not able to
walk very far. The pain was bad and he could not control the shaking of his
hands. His body craved alcohol and he had no money to buy any. He searched
through his pockets, hoping to find a hidden coin but to no avail. In the top
pocket of his coat he found a piece of paper and for a moment he thought he had
found his desire. How wrong he was! All that emerged was a business card he had
forgotten about.
It turned out that the stranger he had met so long ago was a
doctor, and his surgery was just around the corner.
The rest of the story is
history.
The doctor helped the sick man over the next few years by
putting him into the alcoholic ward of the local hospital many, many times.
When the tramp threatened suicide, the doctor was there to
help him through the depression. Often the doctor must have wished he had never
met the patient who demanded so much of his time, but he had taken an oath and
he kept it.
Eventually the patient’s health got worse and the doctor
found himself treating a man who had at last stopped drinking but was dying
from the abuse he had given his body.
The patient talked about Jesus and seemed to have a
relationship with God, but was it real or just words?
The time came when the patient was so ill he needed even more
care. His time on earth was drawing rapidly to an end. He could not survive
much longer.
His skin was yellow, he had put on weight and found it
difficult to walk. Time was agains’t him and the grave beckoned.
When no one could help him, the middle aged ex busker called
out to Jesus for help.
“Jesus heard and answered
him.”
The next time the doctor saw his patient it was evident that
something had happened to him. He was still sober and he was still living.
It appears that he had given everything over to the Lord and
taken up his busking once again. But he was travelling the country and telling
people about how Jesus had saved him from dying and restored him to health
Arrangements were made and once again the busker was sent to
hospital to have an ultra sound scan on his liver. It was a miracle! The nearly
dead liver had been restored and was functioning perfectly.
The busker continued travelling
The story does not end there.
Five years after he began travelling for Jesus, Cancer was
diagnosed and once again a death sentence was given. The cancer of the tonsil
and lymph glands was very serious. After two operations and a course of
radiotherapy the future looked bleak but the busker would not listen.
He continued travelling
for Jesus.
It was five years before the specialist gave the gospel
busker the all clear from cancer and admitted that he had witnessed a miracle
After the cancer operations the busker felt that the time had
come to change the way he worked. He found that it was almost impossible to
sing on the streets each day.
The ministry had grown and even though he operated alone
serving Jesus he had many people praying for him.
In 2005 he began travelling the northern countries and proved
very popular in the Faroe Islands and
Over the years of his ministry the evangelist became firm
friends with the doctor who had befriended him so many years earlier.
The doctor has told many people about the drunk who survived
so much and in the telling has given hope to the addicts he has treated.
In 2008 the doctor went on a Christian retreat and met Christians
from all over the continent of
One priest he spoke to came from
He told the priest the story of the evangelist who still
travelled
The outcome was that the priest desired to meet the man with
a mission.
Within months the evangelist passed through the town the
priest lived in and a meeting was arranged.
A single sermon in the priest’s church led to the evangelist
staying for a month and telling his story to schools and churches all over the
area the priest worked in.
The sub zero temperatures eventually defeated the evangelist,
but he left the town promising to return. A few months later he was back and
continued the work he had begun. People accepted Christ as saviour and the
evangelist even baptised a couple of people in a local lake by full immersion.
His name is now becoming known throughout the Scandinavian
countries and he receives mail from all over the world.
He speaks to millions on television and through the radio and
newspapers he has reached countless numbers of people.
Who is this man that God touched in such a wonderful way and
why does he continue travelling the frozen north from
He is a man that was given a chance by a stranger when no one
wanted to know him.
He is a man who met Jesus when he had nothing to offer.
He is a man who knows with all his heart that he is loved by
the greatist human being that ever lived.
The Stranger who was a doctor still keeps in contact with the
priest and the evangelist and all three know that this story that began in
Manchester in 1988 is true.
Please pray for these three men.
Doctor Rob, The Priest
Larry Wickman and the alcoholic busker, Brother Clifford Edwards.
Why not speak to a stranger today? God can use anyone if they
are willing to hear him talk to them.
The world is full of Brother Clifford’s. They only need
someone to trust them and become their friend.
Highways
for Jesus
Email Clifford@brotherclifford.com
Web Pages
www.highwaysforjesus.com
I have been astounded by the reception
given to my last letter of the miracles seen over a period of only a month. I
have been asked to look back over the years of the ministry and share some of
the wonderful things God has done through the work. I was on a visit to my home town in
May He
Bless You
Your Friend in Jesus
Brother
Clifford
Highways for Jesus
Web
Page www.highwaysforjesus.com
Email
clifford@highwaysforjesus.com
Miracle
Page 1
My
Dear Friends, co-workers for the Kingdom.
I have just emailed the September edition of the newsletter to you all.
It occurred to me that some
of you may find it more interesting if I tried to set out this email news in a
different format. I am aware that many of you try to keep up with the work via
the web-site, but for some of you it is not always possible. I will endeavour to write this
letter not from memory, but as things actually happen or as soon as possible
after the event. This way, I am sure you will see the way the ministry works in
a more positive light.
This morning I had to take the bus into the garage for brake adjustment
and an oil fill up. The whole job took less than an hour to complete. As I do
not like driving the bus over the pit in the garage I requested a mechanic to
drive it out of the garage for me. He had not driven 50 metres when I heard
shouts from the other mechanics. Oil was spreading all over the forecourt and
the bus was promptly reversed back over the pit. A pipe for the power steering
fluid had burst and I would no longer be able to turn the steering wheel.
Driven another few yards, damage would have been done and tow trucks required to deliver the bus to a garage. Can you imagine the expense
in the middle of
A real Catastrophe occurred
when I received an email from what was supposed to be my email provider and I
answered it. The message contained threats to cut off my email facility if I
did not reply within 24 hours so I responded. The result was horrendous as I
could no longer use the account as the password had been changed and I could
not gain access. My friend Vagar from JB Electrics took over and was able to
convince Windows of my authenticity and the site was back on line within a
week. I now know that email providers “NEVER” send out letters requesting
personal information and any received must be deleted and blocked. I pray that
others will learn from my stupid error. I
said in my last newsletter that I was praying in the diesel for the trip to
God
Bless You
Your Friend in Jesus
Bro
Clifford Edwards
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