Sunday, April 15, 2012

He took a bullet for me

Protection… Divine protection? I can think of a few.

The first time was a long, long time ago…

Pain’s branding iron pierced my right side. Tears rolled hot. I was alone. I was a boy. And I was dying… I knew it.

“Call Mom” 

Standing straight was out of the question. So hunched and holding my side I made it to the phone.

Pain’s fingers strangled my voice to a whisper.

“Please, I need to talk to my mom.”

I waited and whispered a painful prayer.

My mom walked and whispered a fervent prayer.

God, help.

In that instant when we whispered…

God heard.

The pain vanished forever, before she reached the phone.

No theology, I just know it was real. God intervened—and I was healed.

That was the first time I can remember—there have been more.


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