should also do something to honor Bob Jones. (I will include this article in my
forth coming book)". I had previously shared my story how I met Bob with a group during a Skype teaching session. My interaction with him was unique and odd like many people's initial meetings:
"Friends and I drove from Washington DC and arrived at the Morningstar Ministry facility on Friday afternoon April 9, 2010. I knew the weekend was going to
be awesome because I was driving with 3 good friends, believing that we would be
trans-relocated (almost happened), had major engine trouble, my friend's angel
stopped and tried to help us but we did not realize he was angel until we
'assured him we were OK and did not need his help', we were
illegally towed to a small town car dealer who fixed my car (which had just been
serviced) and to my surprise they fixed it at a good price & very quick...
So after all that, we drive into the Morningstar campus. We pull up to where we'd be staying 3 nights for a John Crowder conference. I pulled up front to unload and check-in, I saw some reserved parking spots. (One of my dreams is to have a reserved parking spot with my name on it.) I saw a spot for "Rick Joyner", "Bob Jones", and a few others that I don't remember. My friends went in to check-in while I unloaded. We got our keys, walked to our rooms, and relaxed before the conference started. After a few minutes of laying down, I remembered that I needed to move my car. As I passed the reserved spaces, I said to myself, 'Tomorrow, I will park in the Bob Jones space'.
The next morning I was up early, I drove my car around to the front to park in Bob's parking space. As I came around, I noticed a car in his space, so I pulled in front of the car. I got out my car, walked around back to arrange so items in the back of my car. I looked up to see two people in the car that was in Bob Jones' space. To my surprise, it was Bob and his wife, Bonnie. I sat in the back of my car facing Bob and his wife. I looked up and Bob waved to me; I waved back. They started their car and pulled up to me and stopped. Bonnie rolled the window down and said, "We like your license plate (My plates say 'NO FEAR')." I smiled and they drove off. As soon as they were gone, my friends came out to go to the next meeting. I told them Bob Jones waved to me; they didn't believe me. I was now more determined to park in his space.
The next morning I was up early again, I drove my car around to the front to park in
Bob's space. And again, his car was there. I was now wondering if this prophet knew I wanted to park in his space. As I thought that, I saw him and Bonnie walking up to their car. I smiled. They got in their car and drove away. I mentioned my "parking obsession" to a few new conference friends. They suggested that I talk with Bob; they said he was very approachable. I just wanted to park in his space and tomorrow would be my last day to acquire my prize.
The next morning I was up earlier, I drove my car around to the front to park in
Bob's parking space. His car was there again. This time he was completing his morning walk alone. As he approached, his car; I approached him. I said, "Good morning". He said, "Good morning". I said, "You may think this is funny, but ever since I saw your parking spot - I've wanted to park in it." I added a light 'Chuckle'. Without a smile, he said, "It is my parking spot". Well, I was then embarrassed. I walked back to my car and acted like I was rearranging the luggage. He got in his car, in his parking space. As he was about to drive by me, he stopped, rolled down his window and said, 'You can park in it now". I looked at him and he drove off.
Some may believe that the above story was silly. I thought that too but I decided to believe and honor his words. I did the sillier thing and parked in his spot before we departed. I believe Bob has provided many things for many people. I hope people have heeded his words - big or small. I know that weekend my life was changed forever. I'm not sure on this side of the veil if I will know the impact of "parking in his spot" but I know I have no regrets. (Note: I did feel more at ease with him a few years later when I introduced my wife to him at a meeting in Virginia. Also, a day after his transistion, I had this wild, odd vision...)
Thanks Bob for being you!