Sometimes we are witnesses to proof of God’s existence.
On Sunday (March 19th) I mentioned in both my message, and children’s message, that sometimes, when we pay attention, God provides evidence of his existence through answered prayers and miracles both large and small. We are witnesses to many “everyday” miracles like the birth of a baby, sunrises, sunsets, and spring flowers but we also see and experience other things that are scarier, bigger, and sometimes simply impossible. Our family all remembers the near miss that we had on interstate I-70 when a tractor trailer tire bounced across the median, missed our car by only a few feet, struck the cab of the tractor trailer we were passing and absolutely destroyed the left front wheel well like an explosion. Only the sharp eye of our son Noah and the grace of God brought us home that day instead of to a helicopter trip to a hospital in Columbus.
As I said on Sunday, just in the ten or twelve years that I have been a pastor, I have met several people who ought to be dead, people of whom the doctors said, “We can’t explain why you are alive.”
In our Johnsville church, our lay leader was a dairy farmer by named Jim McWilliams. One Sunday morning we interrupted our worship service to lay hands on Jim and pray for his brother. That week, Jim’s brother was as work and was asked to use a cutting torch to cut the stuck lid off of a 55 gallon steel drum. The labels on the drum and its documentation assured everyone that the contents of the drum were inert.
Somehow, the documentation was all wrong and the contents of the drum, in reality, were highly volatile. When Jim’s brother began to cut the lid off of the drum, it exploded and he was rushed to the hospital. During the investigation they eventually found the lid of the drum. It had been thrown by the explosion, went through the roof of the building and was found about a half-mile away. The next week we heard that Jim’s brother, despite standing within inches of the explosion, received only bumps, bruises and minor burns to his face and hands. When the doctors heard what had happened, both they, and the explosion investigators from OSHA said that they couldn’t understand why he wasn’t dead.
Many of you can tell the same kinds of stories and since that sermon, some of you have shared your stories with me.
This is an invitation.
I would like to share your stories. I can help you write them and edit them if necessary. After they are written and edited, I will post them on my blog so that others can be blessed, uplifted, and have their faith reaffirmed through our collective, eyewitness testimony.
Please, even if you don’t think that you are a good writer, put your story on paper (or email) and share it with me.
And together, we’ll share it with the world.