I received Billy Graham’s Training Center program guide in
the mail today. As I thumbed through the speaker section, I came across one of
my favorite authors, Lloyd John Ogilvie. Years ago, I had ordered one of his
books for a penny from a new book club I had joined. The book was called The Other Jesus. It was love from that first book onward
because I appreciated the way he explained the love and care of God. I felt so
accepted and treasured by God as I finished one book after another. His
influence was a substantial catalyst in my quest for spiritual maturity.
Mr. Ogilvie’s written words are not the only cherished
memory I have of him. The more I read his books, the more I desired to meet him
in person. Now back then, I lived in a small town in Louisiana, no money for
conferences and travel so the chances of meeting him were slim to none so I
thought. However, that did not keep me from believing the impossible could
happen “one day”. It was a dream, a desire, and a prayer in my heart that I
kept tucked away for someday.
Well, two years later to my surprise and joy, God answered
that heart’s desire. It came at a time when I needed desperately to know that
God was with me and that he was hearing my prayers.

“Who?” I responded expectantly.
“Lloyd John Ogilvie” he answered.
From that moment on, I screamed and jumped around for joy.
Ruston was only 30 minutes from where I lived and the 3-night conference was
free. I couldn’t have asked for anything more perfect.
On the night of the first meeting, I was standing in a hallway,
when suddenly the door beside me flew open and a very tall handsome man came
in. As I looked up, I immediately knew who it was and a large smile was my
first response. Mr. Ogilvie put out his hand for me to shake and said,
“Hi, I’m Lloyd John Ogilvie.”
As I stood there and talked with him, I knew by his loving
responses that his books were genuine and he truly believed what he wrote. The
memory of that divine appointed meeting has been a lasting testament that God hears and answers the desires of my heart.

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