The closest I ever came to feeling like Abraham’s servant: our return from Alaska. After serving with a mission congregation for five years, we concluded it was time to return to the "Lower 48." I made arrangements to visit four seperate congregations in the midwest; each paid one fourth of the plane fare. My family stayed behind, incredibly trusting my judgement. I was interviewed by each church and preached at two of them. The other two churches sent their pulpit committees to hear me. After much converstion and prayer, two were seriously interested in calling me as their next minister. With just a phone call to my wife (who in faith held a "Moving Sale" and nearly emptied the house!), I narrowed it down to one. My family HAD to trust me, and without knowing their destination, they blindly followed me two months later on a 5000 mile trek to a new community, church, school, and home.