The next evening, Wednesday, I randomly picked a church out of the Yellow Pages, and called to find out what classes I needed to take in college so that I could go to seminary. There was music playing in the background, and the Pastor told me services were starting; he would have to call me back. When he did, the first thing he said was, "Do you know Hal Judd?" Hal, a man I had ridiculed for his faith in Christ, had testified that the young atheist for whom the church had been praying, had accepted Christ. I had seen Chief Judd the previous day while applying for C.O., and had told him of my decision. By "coincidence," I had called Hal's church!
The Pastor wanted to meet me so I accepted his invitation to meet him the next night at Dunkin' Donuts. When he arrived, he had a couple other fellows with him. He said that I should go with one of them. I do not recall his name, but I was more than willing to accompany him on what turned out to be a home visit to a shut-in. The man turned out to be a Major in the Marine Corps, a member of their church, and who was recovering for surgery. The man I was with sat quietly, saying nothing. So, I told them both how the Lord had saved me the previous Sunday, and that I had applied for a discharge as a C.O. When I finished, the Marine asked if he could show me what the Word of God had to say about Christians serving in the military. In less than fifteen minutes, I realized my error, and the following day, I withdrew my application. Ironically, although I attended that church for over two years, I never saw the Major again. For all I know, he might have been an angel used to "school" an over-zealous baby Christian. I served eight more years, retiring in 1978. I am so thankful God was, and is, directing me as He makes me more and more like His dear Son (Phil. 1:6).
Veterans serve their nation; Christian veterans serve their nation for the Lord!