I was a freshman at BSU. It was a Sunday morning at about 10:50 AM. I was going to church which started at 11 o’clock at St. Phillips, a church about 2 minutes away from the Bemidji campus. I made my way to my car and pulled the door open. I jumped in to start the car quick and then scrape the ice off my windshield. I turned the key and nothing happened. I tried it again, still no sound. Then, the red battery light showed up on the console. I checked all the lights and nothing was left on, the car was just too cold it seemed to start. So now, I am thinking that I could run to church, but it would take me a good 10 minutes and I would be late. I also thought I could borrow a buddy’s car, but then I would have to wake him up and still probably be late. So, I decided to pray. I first started with the generic “please help me to start this car, God.” I turned the key and nothing happened. So now I am thinking I am going to really be late, but then I think, “no, this is an opportunity for God and for me.” So, I started praying again, only deeper, and then I broke out into tongues for about a minute, then I started to think about what had happened at Kings, our Christian group, the last Friday, and how Jesus was there and He was coming down the steps to the basement where I was calling him. As soon as I realized how much power I really had through Jesus and the Holy Spirit, I tried the key again and the car roared to life. I was so excited I jumped out of my car and screamed “yes” like ten times. I made it to church like one or two minutes late.