This is a true story:
I heard that one of our preachers was going to a city to preach a message. He was traveling at night on near deserted highway and praying to God to help him with the message for the next day. He was driving to the city that night to spend the night and would be speaking the next day. "" He was driving along the highway when the voice of God shook him as God spoke to him: "Stop this car and preach." He slowed down and said, "God there is no one anywhere near here. I've only met 2 cars in the hour I've been on this highway." God shouted at him, "Stop the car NOW, and get out and preach your message here, now." "" The preacher pulled over and stopped the car. He got his Bible and his flashlight and went to the front of his car. He laid his Bible on the hood of the car and began reading his text all the while wondering what God thought He was doing. He preached about the "Depth and height of the Love of God." He talked about how far God would reach just to save one soul. He gave the illustration of the one lost sheep, and how the Shepherd left the 99 to go to rescue the one lost sheep. "" A couple of minutes into his message and the anointing came. He preached as if he was preaching to a thousand people. He was preaching along, and a car came by slowly, slowed down ahead almost came to a stop, then went slowly on. A second car came by before he finished his message, slowed down, rolled the car window down as if to ask if he needed help, then drove on again. The minister finished his message, crawled back into his car and drove on. Lord, I do not know what you were trying to prove, but if it was practice I needed, I thank you."
Approximately three months later this minister was preaching in a small church in that same area. He
had almost forgotten the ordeal. But God quickened him to again preach this same message this night.
He preached with anointing and with power, and at the end asked if anyone wanted to come home to
the sheepfold, as he gave the altar call. A young man sitting on the second row immediately got up
from his seat and came forward. But instead of kneeling down he came on up on the platform and
threw his arms around the minister, crying loudly. The minister prayed for him. After a few moments
the young man said, "So you are the minister who stopped on the side of the road and preached that
message about three months ago!" The minister nodded his head, and asked, "Were you in one of the
cars that came by and almost stopped?" The young man shook his head and said, "No, I was in the
culvert underneath your car. I was hooked on cocaine, my parents had washed their hands of me, and
I was in trouble with the law for stealing to support my habit. I had tried to commit suicide that day,
but I was still alive. I had no home, no clothes, no money and was hungry. I prayed as I found the
culvert and made myself a bed for the night, "If there is a God, see if you can find me here!" "I got
out of the culvert and sat on the grass out of your sight. I listened to you tell the story about the lost
sheep and the love of a shepherd who would not sleep until He found him. Something got a hold of
me who had answered my carelessly flung prayer that night. I had not walked far, when a man picked
me up and took me to his church. His minister is up there sitting in that chair (pointed at the pastor of the church). He talked to me, took me to his home, fed me, cleaned me up and bought me some new clothes. Then he told me about Jesus. I repented, was baptized in His name that night. The next night I received the baptism of the Holy Ghost. Man, am I glad you practiced your sermon on the side of the highway that night! See all those people on that second row? I've brought all of them to this church and my family too."
What is the length and the depth of the love of God? It is never ending, for He will go out of His way to find a lost soul who has flung a helpless and careless prayer His way.