God saved me in the British army in Yorkshire in 1941. Then I remained in the army for four and a half years in the Middle East—in North Africa and then in Palestine. At that time, God called me specifically to serve Him in Palestine.
When the time came for my discharge from the army, the British army owed me a passage back to England. It was my right. I was making preparations to go when God gave me an impression. I don’t know whether He does this with you, but He gave me a tongue and an interpretation. In essence, He said, “The ship is in the harbor. The sails are up. Everything is ready. If you get on board now, you can go. If you miss it now, you’ll never go.”
I knew that I had no option but to obey God. At that time my dear grandfather—who was one of the closest members of my family to me—was dying of cancer. I was his only grandson. He longed to see me, and I longed to see him. But I had to say no.
Then King’s College, Cambridge, which was my college, wrote me a very flattering letter saying, “If you come back, we’ll give you this and this and this.” In other words, I would have an assured academic career in one of the most distinguished institutions in Britain. I had to write back saying, “I can’t come.”
So, I gave up my family, my country, and my career.