Many times I was invited to minister in music at various churches around the area.  In one particular instance in 1980, I was traveling on the Interstate Highway to a church in Cumberland, Maryland to minister in song.  Since I sometimes use accompaniment tapes, I would carry my tape deck with me because some churches didn't have them.  I had my deck strapped to the back of my motorcycle with heavy rubber straps. I was joyous in that I had been putting forth much prayer for four teens who attended this church.  I would be able to see how my prayers were working and would be ministering to them if they were there. While traveling down I-70, traffic was normal and the trip was going nicely.  As I left I-70, to get on I-64 (now I-68), I noticed a car approaching from behind me.  We were on a pretty sharp left curve, considering this was an Interstate Highway.  As the car got close behind me, it moved to the left lane to pass.  As it came along side me, I was into the curve.  This is when I noticed the car doing some weaving.  I instinctively moved as close to the shoulder as I could without leaving the roadway. Then to my horror, while I was beside his rear door, he swerved toward me narrowly missing me by only a few inches before swerving away from me. At 55 mph, that can be a pretty hair raising experience; and considering I don't have much, it could have been a blessing. Being so close to the edge of the roadway I had no place to go.  My front wheel caught the edge of the macadam, which dropped of about four inches into the gravel shoulder.  This pulled me perilously onto the highway with such force that the handlebars jerked dangerously back and forth.  I could barely hold on to them.  It was like I had my own personal little earthquake on two wheels.  I cried out, "Jesus, help me!" Immediately, I was able to gain full control of the motorcycle and I thought all was well when another car came beside me and blew its horn at me.  I saw the passengers motioning to something behind me.  I looked into my mirrors and there in the middle of the road was something that I didn't remember passing.  I looked quickly around where my tape deck was strapped.  And I stress the word "was".  Then I realized that on the road behind me lay the crumpled remains of my tape deck. I turned around as soon as possible and rode back where I found laying on the road, my tape recorder, broken into pieces. Apparently, the brutal vibrations the bike and I had undergone was so severe that the deck was jarred loose.  The straps were hanging precariously from the bike.  The steel hooks on the ends could have conceivably caught in the wheel or drive chain and caused another serious problem. I decided to pick up the pieces along with my music which was scattered over the road and blowing farther away.  While dodging cars and trucks, I gathered up all the fragments and chased down my sheet music. I felt that somehow, God was going to bless my ministry even if I had to sing with no music, so I continued on my way. When I arrived at the home of my brother Allen, who lived in Cumberland, I attempted to piece the tape deck together to see if by any chance it might be of some use.  It didn't look like much as I carefully reassembled its cracked and broken case. Again, I knew that God had intervened, because He not only kept me safe, but when I turned on the tape recorder, though it looked like junk, it worked perfectly.  Allen and I spent a time of rejoicing over this. I did ask myself, "Why would God allow this?"  I found the answer to that question, too. During the service, I testified about my trip and what had happened, sang my several songs, which the Lord impressed on me to sing.  There was clearly a strong anointing there. I realized how God had pulled everything together for His good and perfect will. As I sat down, and the church was deeply worshipping the Lord, Allen, who was conducting the service, felt led to give an alter call.  Yes, right there in the middle of the service.  It was definitely in God's timing and order. Allen obeyed the Lord completely instead of waiting till the end of the service as would be the norm for this.  When the alter call was given, the very four teens for whom I had been praying, went to the alter and prayed the sinner's prayer. Out of forty people who were in the church building that evening, four had received salvation.  That's ten percent which is pretty good.  There were four more should that had been claimed for God and torn from the grasp of **satan and his demons. Praise be to the Living God!  He knows what He is doing.  These are four reasons why He kept me protected.  These are four reasons why my tape deck worked when, in all reason, it should have been thrown into the trash unable to work. It was four teenagers for whom the Spirit was to call that night in answer to not only my prayers, but those of others, also.  It was for the greatest miracle ever;  the salvation of souls.