Sunday, April 15, 2012

He took a bullet for me

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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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