A number of years ago on my birthday, a terrorist attempted to kill me. I am certain that had the angels of the Lord not protected me, he would have succeeded. He had already killed two people—a state trooper and a Jewish pawn shop owner. When I was informed of his arrest, a spirit of fear hit me. When he was finally caught, he had my address and my unlisted phone number on the front seat of his car.
When I went to the Lord in prayer, God spoke to me to confront that spirit. God gave me an assignment to go to what was then the most dangerous place on the planet—Lebanon. I had the opportunity to minister to Palestinians who hated Jews. I brought them food and medicine. I was warned by Israeli intelligence not to go because of a terrorist attack.I took a trunk full of Gideon Bibles to give to the Marines who were stationed in Beirut. The next morning, I heard the explosion as a Hezbollah terrorist blew up the Marine barracks and killed more than 240 of them. I was driving a rented car with Israeli license plates in the middle of a war zone. In trying to get out of the country and back to Israel, I got lost. I ended up turned around and headed toward Damascus.
We ran out of gas, and the two other members of my team said, “We’re dead!” I said, “No we’re not; you’re still talking.”
We ran out of gas, and the two other members of my team said, “We’re dead!” I said, “No we’re not; you’re still talking.” A young Arab who looked to be around 18 or 19 stuck his head in the window of the car. My first thought was, “He’s going to shoot us.” He smiled and held up a can of gasoline. After he put the gas in the car, he pointed at the door lock. I unlocked the door, and he got in.
For 32 minutes, he never said a single word. He pointed to where we needed to go. Just as we arrived at the border, he put his hand up. We stopped the car, and he got out.
The colonel at the border checkpoint told me he had informed the Prime Minister’s office that my team and I had been killed in Lebanon.
The colonel at the border checkpoint told me he had informed the Prime Minister’s office that my team and I had been killed in Lebanon. They thought there was no way I could survive. He asked, “How did you make it?” I started to point toward our guide, but he was gone. I believe it was an angel of the Lord who delivered us from death that day. We need our angels to be active because we are part of a crucial and mighty spiritual battle for the future of Israel and our world.