Here is a more obvious case of divine guidance. Around 1990 I had just finished teaching an overload of Theology courses at St. Bonaventure U., where I taught for 12 years and was eager for a restful vacation. But that Friday I became obsessed with the awareness of an impending death that would affect me. All weekend, I tried to dismiss this knowledge as paranoia, yet the more I tried, the more insistent it became. I began to fear that a family member might die. On Monday morning, I rushed towards the door to the outside, determined to forget my clairvoyance and go out for breakfast.
Just as I arrived at the door, an inner voice shouted, "SIT DOWN; YOU ARE ABOUT TO HEAR OF THE DEATH!" Startled, I sat down by the phone on a little table by the door and immediately the phone rang. It was Dr. Winifred Whelan, the Chair of the Graduate Theology Dept. She informed me that Prof. Corcoran had failed to show up for his summer Masters course on Pauline Theology. So she went and knocked on the door of the university apartment where he was staying as a visiting scholar. When no one answered, she got a key to unlock the door and found Prof. Corcoran dead in bed. It was later learned that he died of diabetic shock. Dr Whelan then told me that the students were waiting to hear if the class needed to be canceled and I was the only professor around trained to teach that course without advance notice. Would I interrupt my vacation and do it? How could I say No? The lord had been preparing my heart to say Yes all weekend. So agreed to teach that course.