Hello, thank you so much for joining me today for Give Him 15.

The title of today's post is, God put me in his river.

Rivers can be peaceful, violent, lots of fun, sometimes destructive.

I've had several interesting river experiences. I remember floating down the

Zambisi River in Zimbabwe. At the time, the country was named Rhodesia and embroiled in a great

internal conflict. Due to the constant threat of attack,

an army patrol boat continually circled us

watching for terrorists,

a nice, relaxing cruise.

Then there was my trip down the Paschione River in Guatemala, where an army of voracious ants crawled onto me as I lay sleeping in the boat.

They had been hidden in the lumber we were transporting.

When they were all in position, the ants began to bite all at once and with incredible precision.

Actually, gnaw would be more accurate.

Fifteen screams, one boat rearranging conemption fit, and several dozen dead ants later, I regained my peace like the

unflappable man I am, went back to sleep, just like Jesus, sleeping through the storm.

On one occasion, I went skiing on the Ohio River near Cincinnati. I was in the water,

not yet up on my skis, when my friend at the helm decided a barge was getting a mite too close.

My buddy screamed, grab the rope and hit the throttle.

I did grab the boat, leaving my skis behind and was dragged head first across the Ohio River out of harm's way.

It was a real drag.

On March 9th, 1997, God put me in his river.

Though interesting, even exciting, my previous river experiences pale in comparison to what happened to me on this particular Sunday.

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