I Had a “Feeling”: REAL LIFE STORIES

I was born and raised Catholic in Devil’s Lake, North Dakota. I thought I was Saved because I did everything a Catholic does. I was baptized as a newborn baby, confirmed, and had my first Holy Communion as a very young child.

I joined the Navy in 1974 right out of high school. I turned 18 in the Western Pacific on a Destroyer and served in Vietnam. When I returned home in 1977, I joined the National Guard. I got my Truck Drivers Ministry license and started trucking regionally in the summer. I used the GI Bill to go to college but mostly just drank and partied in my fraternity. I quit before graduating but learned to fly private planes at UND and rejoined the Navy in 1980 to serve on Aircraft Carriers.

When I got out the second time, I stayed in California for a few years before moving to Minneapolis, Minnesota. I had several different jobs over the next couple of decades and still believed I was saved because I was a Catholic.

I was in many relationships with many different types of women, but I couldn’t commit to anyone. I started doing drugs, and my preferred choice was crack cocaine. I straightened out enough to get my CDL, pass a drug test, and got back into trucking in 2005. I had several driving jobs and continued to smoke crack. It was very challenging to drive under the influence, but I did it for 13 years with about 8 different companies. I never got caught, and was able to get by the drug tests. It was only by The Grace of God that I didn’t kill myself or anyone else as I drove 80,000 pounds high on crack cocaine.

On Sunday May 4th, 2008 I felt compelled to attend a Chapel Service at Faith on the Move Ministries at the Petro truck stop in West Memphis, Arkansas. I had a “feeling” that God was about to allow something bad to happen to me if I kept driving a semi under the influence of crack cocaine. After the 8am service, I was invited to stay for the 11am service. I didn’t have to pick up my load across the Mississippi River in Memphis until 2pm that Sunday afternoon, so I stayed. At the end of the 11am service everyone got up to leave, but I felt glued to my chair and didn’t know why. I later realized that I was being convicted by God’s Holy Spirit to not leave yet.

Chaplain Gaylon came back into the Chapel and sat down next to me. We were the only two there. He asked me what was on my mind, and all I said was “sin.” He gave me his testimony, prayed over me, and led me to Christ that morning; right there in that little truck stop chapel. He gave me a Bible and told me that I was now saved. I was somewhat confused because I thought I already was saved. I was born and raised Catholic. He explained that I now have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ because I accepted Him as my Savior and made Him Lord of my life. I was going to spend eternity with Jesus in Heaven.

I got back into my truck and knew something incredible had just happened to me. I knew I couldn’t do drugs anymore or invite women into my truck for sex. I went over to Memphis and got my load that Sunday afternoon. As I was leaving the customer’s gate, there were a few women in the parking lot across the street. They were calling to me to come over to them. I knew I could buy drugs and have the services of a prostitute, but the change in me was so real that I just waved to them and kept on going. If I had not gone to Church that morning and been saved by Jesus Christ, I know I would have stopped for those women. Now, I pray for them and their families when they approach me in truck stop parking lots. Most leave abruptly, but some listen to my testimony and the seed is planted.

The next day, I made my delivery up in Champagne, Illinois. I went to a Walmart, where I bought a cross on a chain and put it around my neck. I knew I was saved, and there was absolutely no confusion anymore. I never take it off and wear it on the outside of my shirt as a sign of who I am and Whose I am. I belong to Jesus Christ, and there is no doubt about it. I never did drugs again. I joined a local church (not Catholic) in Minneapolis and was baptized in July of that same year.

9 months later, in February of 2009, I attended a truck stop chapel service in Carlisle, Pennsylvania. While there I met Johnny, another brother in Christ, and afterwards we went into the restaurant for coffee and Bible study. All the other drivers from the chapel had to go on their way with their loads or to sleep before driving again. Johnny and I had a great time of fellowship and became close friends. He was an owner operator, and I was a company driver at the time. We talked on the phone almost every day, prayed together, and thanked God for introducing us to each other. We met because of the worship service and our love for Christ.

About three months later in May of 2009, I had to quit my over the road job and return to Minneapolis to help care for a sick aunt. I got a call from Johnny, and he brought up the possibility of me becoming an owner operator. I was overwhelmed and told him I was a company driver and couldn’t possibly go out on my own. He told me that he was looking to buy a new truck and that every time he prayed about what to do with his old truck, my name came up. He told me, “God wants you to be an owner operator.”

I was too scared and told him, “No, thank you.” That didn’t stop Johnny from talking about it though because he truly believed that he was obeying God.

Soon thereafter in June 2009, I met Dan, another brother in Christ, at my home church in Minneapolis. He owns five trucks and hired me to drive regional flatbed. I was thankful to be able to be home two or three times a week for my aunt. Since I was to be home so often, he put me in an older Freightliner cabover that was clean and well maintained. I learned how to take care of it with Dan’s help over the next year and really appreciated his mentoring.

Johnny and I continued to talk on the phone almost every day as I drove flatbed. He kept bringing up the possibility of me becoming an owner operator. He and his wife ran as a team and had bought his Kenworth new in 2005. He had already rebuilt the CAT motor at just over a million miles, and the truck was in way too good of shape for him to just trade it in. He kept telling me that God wants me to be an owner operator because of his constant prayers about what to do with his old truck. We would go over the numbers as we talked on the phone, and he even offered to finance the truck for me.

During that same year, my aunt recovered from her illness and Johnny found his perfect new Truckers Ministry . He had spent the whole year looking while teaching me how to own and operate a truck. I took the bus from Minneapolis to Joplin, Missouri to pick up the truck. I leased on with a company in July of 2010, and I’m still leased on with that same company today. By the grace of God, I was able to pay Johnny for the truck completely in just 7 months from the time I left his driveway. During that time, I still had plenty of revenue from the truck to keep it well maintained and running efficiently. I even bought an auxiliary power unit to run a separate heater and air conditioner so I wouldn’t have to idle the big motor and waste fuel. I found a very nice lighted cross at a truck stop in Georgia and wired it into the grill of the truck.

In May of 2011, three years after accepting Christ, I became a “Driver Chaplain” with Faith on the Move Ministries to hold worship services at truck stops that don’t have designated chapels and chaplains. I am so thankful for what Jesus has done in my life that I witness to everyone who will listen on CB radio and at truck stops or anywhere at all.

I consider this to be God’s truck, and He pays me to drive it. As of December, 2018 the truck has over 2.3 million miles on it with just the one rebuild Johnny did years ago. Over one million of these miles were put on by me running coast to coast. The transmission and both rear end gear boxes are stock, and only the fluids have been changed. The injectors are original and have never been changed. Usually a million miles is a lot for a set of injectors, and Caterpillar and

Kenworth are both amazed by their longevity. I tell everyone that this is God’s truck, and it will continue to earn a living for me as long as He.