Deliverance

rescued_sheep1One night many years ago, I was walking home from work on a cold Anchorage night. I was house sitting for a friend who lived down a long, dark street in southwest Anchorage. It was late in the year, and Jack Frost had settled in for the duration. I was bundled up, but my nose and ears stung slightly from the cold. The night was quiet; I could hear nothing except the crunch of fresh snow under my shoes.

The road I was on was 300 West Klatt. It was little more than a feeder road that connected Old Seward Highway with a small residential neighborhood that was sandwiched between an industrial park and the southern end of “C” Street, a major north-south thoroughfare.

The-Long-Drive-Home-DVD-0As I walked along, I detected movement in the shadows off to the left side of the road. I glanced over and saw two figures walking, their arms swinging. Somehow I knew instantly that they had been standing there just moments ago, and the reason they were now moving briskly was that they had seen me walking by. I knew they intended to rob me and perhaps hurt me afterward. I knew it with such absolute certainty that I immediately started walking as fast as I could go. I was ready to start running if I saw the men come up onto the road. I still had a 15-minute walk ahead of me before I reached my friend’s trailer and safety. In the meantime, this stretch of road was as desolate as could be. Since there were no houses or businesses directly on 300 West Klatt, streetlights were few and far between. I had been walking for 20 minutes and hadn’t seen a single car.

I do not scare easily. I have gone on countless walks on dark, lonely roads and never been half as afraid as I was now. Somehow, the threat these two men posed to me had been revealed to me supernaturally. The hackles on my neck stood straight up. I could almost smell the mayhem in the air. I felt sure that if these men were to catch up with me, they would leave me bleeding out in the bushes.

Suddenly, a car came along and pulled to a stop just ahead of me. I walked up alongside the vehicle and peered in through the passenger window. The driver lowered the window and tilted his head to look at me. It was a young man in his twenties.

“Hi,” he said. His manner was sheepish, as though he felt odd about stopping to speak with a stranger. “Something told me to stop and offer you a ride,” he said. Now his tone was confident. In the same way I had known what the men on the roadside were up to, I knew that God had sent this young man to stop and help. Why else would this be happening? Not only was it a rather quaint and even intrusive thing to do in the 21st century; it was downright unmanly by modern macho sensibilities. Moreover, such an act carries a certain amount of risk, both of physical danger and of simply appearing buffoonish. He would surely have felt like a fool if I had given him a wary look and said, “No thanks, pal. I’m fine.”

But I didn’t say that. I climbed gratefully into his car with a simple “Thank you.” I don’t remember if anything else was said, aside from the usual social rituals. The fact was that I would have found it difficult to hold up my end of a conversation right then. I was absolutely blown away by God’s provision for me.

It isn’t unusual for the believer to give intellectual assent to God’s attributes — his infinite awareness, his perfect sway over the earth, over every creature and the details of our lives. This is standard Sunday school talk. But it is another matter entirely to watch God display his power right in front of you — especially when you are the beneficiary. I was speechless.

lightI have to acknowledge the possibility that those men may not have been about to rob and kill me, that the young man in the car may have been a dramatic type who simply wanted to do something nice. But I know better. For the reader who wasn’t standing in my shoes that night and has another explanation, I totally understand. I hope at some point you have the opportunity to see God’s power at  work. It is truly something to see.

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About Douglas Abbott

My greatest joy is writing articles and stories to inspire the reader with provocative, heartfelt messages of redemption in Christ Jesus. I strive to write with excellence and original style. I am an assiduous observer of humanity and am endlessly fascinated with people, the common elements that make us human, what motivates people and the fingerprint of God in all of us. My own Christian walk has been tumultuous and dramatic. Through experiences that have run the gamut from terrible to sublime, God has shown Himself to me as a loving, faithful, relentless lover. To this day, I am astonished at the depth of His patience and compassion. This is a blog for the passionate admirer of God’s creation who sees the creative arts as a natural medium for worship. Enjoying the creation is enjoying God. This blog is an exuberant romp through the cosmos and is an ongoing part of my spiritual journey.
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2 Responses to Deliverance

  1. Auntie Sarah says:

    Doug, thanks for a great story that illustrates in what detail God cares for His children. I had not heard this account before, but it reminds me of a piece in the story of a young woman connected to our small group at church who has spend the last months recovering from a terrible car wreck. Her new SUV ended up underneath the rear of an 18-wheeler at high impact. She had such multiple/extensive injuries that her recovery is a miracle. But maybe best was the report that before first responders arrived at the scene someone had given her a “trach” to allow continued breathing. No one can account for how that procedure happened. We think it must have been an angel! Who knows but that the young man assisting you was a similar “ministering spirit.” Deliverance indeed!

  2. carjor says:

    Well, I have no doubt it was divine intervention and I could almost feel the fear you described, having been in a similar situation a time or two myself.

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