As he pulled his 40 something year old body out of bed, he stretched and started planning his day. He got dressed, kissed his wife goodbye and got into his car to head for the countryside. 5 minutes into his drive he quickly turned his car back around, realizing he didn’t pray for God’s protection on his journey. After arriving home to pray, he kissed his wife once more and headed back out. The long road was mostly empty, except for an occasional car. As he stared ahead he made his way up a hill as he came over the hill the only sight was the oncoming red and yellow front of a bus...
12 people died that day because one man tried to save a young shepherd and his ox.
As I walked down the hallway I pulled the small hand of a 6 year old closer to me. I followed 3 men down the hallway of a hospital. As I looked around I couldn’t help but relate this building to an extremely run down insane asylum. Large metal doors with small placards told what proceeded behind each door. Broken benches lined the walls with helpless bodies lying sprawled out. As we made our way to the fourth floor I released the small hand and guided him outside along with his sister, to where they would not be able to witness what I was about to see. I followed the 3 men into a large room filled with people. As I walked in I became aware of the common gaze that falls upon me due to my foreingee skin. 20+ eyes stared at me as I made my way over to the bed of the man who only days before, was on the verge of death. He held out his hand to great me and as I reached out to return the greeting he latched on and began to tell me his story. As he spoke I couldn’t help but notice the IV bags hanging from nails above his bed, the drainage/catheter bags lay in plastic bowls scattered around the floor and along the wall the scurrying of roaches raised the hair on my arms.
A huge knot formed in my stomach as I held this mans hand. He was hit head on by a bus and somehow survived. Although he suffered internal bleeding, a separated shoulder, 4 broken ribs and head lacerations, he was alive.
As I prayed over him in hushed tones, knowing I was breaking the rules of the hospital, I thanked God for this miracle. I prayed and thanked God for the ability to see His work and marvel in the glory of His power. There are days I still wonder why I'm here. This day I didn't. I am learning to experience God in a fullest form. It's a journey and I'm hanging on for dear life.
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