As a young man of 18 or so, I was the only one in my family
who could stay up all night and drive the car.
We are from NYC, so we would often take a road trip from our home in
California to NYC in the summer to visit family. There were four of us kids, and often my
Grandma or one of my aunts would come along, so we would have 7 people in our
big blue 1963 Chevrolet station wagon.
Being that we had no air conditioning in those days, we would often
drive at night when it was cooler and get an air-conditioned motel room
(hopefully with a pool!) during the day.
Sometimes we would just switch drivers and drive all day and night. As
you can imagine, those trips were kind of a blur, but usually we only drove 10 hours or so per day.
On one of these trips, headed east in the Midwest, I was
driving at about 2am. I can't remember
the city, but it was a 3 lane freeway and I was in a long sweeping left hand
turn on the freeway, in the far left lane.
Suddenly, a voice, as clear as a bell said "change lanes,
now!". Everyone in the car was
still asleep, so I knew it was not one of them.
Besides, the voice had come from inside my mind, not from the car. I ask "why?", and it came back,
only loud this time "CHANGE LANES. NOW!". It was a voice so full of authority that I
did not disobey it any longer. I moved
into the center lane.
At that moment, an old car, with no lights, came roaring
around the bend in the lane I had just vacated. Going the wrong way at very
high speed... The combined vehicle speed
in that head-on wreck would have been more than 150 miles per hour. No one would have survived. It literally appeared a mere moment after I
had changed lanes. I just stared at the
road for a while in shock and gradually put the whole thing aside, telling no
one. Until now.
What happened was as pure a miracle as one can
experience. It was a direct interference
in our world by God and it saved all of our lives.
Years later, I realized how profound that experience really was, and I realized how concrete and real God's grace for us is.
Years later, I realized how profound that experience really was, and I realized how concrete and real God's grace for us is.
Yes, there are miracles. That was one of mine.
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