R.C. Sproul

The only point of contact I had with Eddie McElvain was that my mother and his mother were good friends, and that's the only reason I kept in touch with him or even knew what he was doing.

He was an airplane pilot for TWA based out of Boston.

And I said, well, Eddie, what's the matter?

And I figured that something had happened to his mother, and he wanted me to go visit her or something.

He said, you're not going to believe this.

He said, I'm in Kansas City.

He said, and I got into my bedroom an hour ago, 2 o'clock in the morning, my time.

He said, and I couldn't get to sleep.

And I've never had an experience like this, he said, but I felt like I had to call you and tell you that you must accept that job in Boston.

How do you know about this job in Boston?

You know, us mothers have talked and all that sort of thing.

And I said...

what in the world are you talking about?"

I said, what is it?

Are you missing the guys from the old hometown?

He said, no.

He said, I don't know why I'm doing this.

This is crazy.

He said, call the doctor if you want.

He said, but I just had this thing come over me as I started to go to bed that I had to call you and it was urgent.