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I don't know how it happened, but at Tel Aviv airport three men got
talking, a Christian, a Muslim, and a Jew. They were discussing the
airport security, when the Christian broached the subject of religion.
The Jew and the Muslim listened with cynical smiles as he told his

"I was brought up with God's Word," said the Christian, "But it was
never until I really came into trouble that I learned to really trust
in Jesus. I was flying from this very airport, bound for Chile, when
it happened. We were flying over the Sahara desert, you see, and that
was before there were weather satellites. We ran into one helluva
storm-- there was sand everywhere. One of the turbines cut out, it had
been destroyed by the flying sand. Well, gentlemen, I prayed like I
had never prayed before. I prayed, Lord Jesus help me get out of this
alive. And d'you know what happened? Suddenly, a big gap appeared in
the storm. For two miles around the storm subsided, and the air was
clear. I thank the Lord that we safely returned to Tel Aviv airport,
although I never did make it to Chile."

The Muslim did not usually talk about religion, but he was not to be
outdone. He recalled an incident over the Gobi desert. "When I and my
family were flying from Kazakhstan to Pakistan a few years back, a
remarkably similar incident occurred. We were in the midst of a
*terrible* storm, and the cabin crew had given up hope. I stood in the
aisle and prayed to Allah, and of course we were saved. The storm
suddenly cleared, and for miles around there was nothing but clear blue
sky. It just goes to show that you should always trust in God."

The Jew, as fate would have it, had had a similar experience. "I was
driving across the Negev desert one day when my car broke down. It was
the worst place it could have happened, as there were no towns or
villages as far as the eye could see, and the sun was beating down.
Well, I did the only thing there was to do. I waited in my car for
someone to come who could take me to town. Soon enough, someone came
along. I got out of my car and waved, but they didn't stop. They just
drove on by. But about a hundred yards down the road I saw them throw
something out of their car. I went to see what it was, and what do you
think? It was a suitcase full of money! It had broken and the money
was blowing about... all banknotes, no coins! But it was the Lord's
day, and being a religious Jew I couldn't pick it up. I prayed to God,
'Just this one time, God, remember me. You know how I've remembered
you for all these years. Something for me this time, God?' And for
ten miles around, it was Tuesday."

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