The
Breath of God
Though I walk in the midst of trouble,
you preserve my life.
Psalm 138:7
This was their most memorable vacation
ever. Not because of where they’d gone or what they’d done…but
because of a gust of wind; or as they put it, the breath of God.
For etched in their memories was a moment of sheer terror followed by
reverent awe as they watched God intervene.
Returning from vacation, the Compton’s
attention was transfixed by the object hurtling through the air on a
collision course with their vehicle. As if in slow motion, it flew
toward them from across the median of the highway. In less time than
it took to absorb the situation and react, the UFO struck the
driver’s-side windshield pillar with a resounding WHACK!
glancing off the car and coming to rest in the ditch. With a
vise-like grip on the steering wheel, Jack slowly pulled the car off
the road.
The police report would later state
that the UFO, a car hood, had been ripped from a south-bound vehicle
when its safety latch failed, resulting in its flight across the
median, and ensuing collision with the Compton vehicle. The
perceptive officer made the following entry: Tragedy was averted
as the hood struck the steel doorpost of the Compton’s windshield
instead of penetrating the windshield.
What his report did not say was that
the hood would have come straight through the windshield,
resulting in their probable injury or possible death, had it not been
for a sudden gust of wind that altered its trajectory at the last
minute, causing it to glance off the doorpost instead.
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God, at times, shelters and protects us
by altering injurious or destructive circumstances. And for the most
part we have no knowledge of such events, neither knowing when nor
how often He has sent angels, or intervened personally on our behalf
to spare us injury, death, or tribulation. Possessing such knowledge
would astonish, or worse, make us prideful.
In verse 6 of today’s text David
speaks of God’s favoring the humble and His disdain for the proud.
It is for the repression of our ego, and therefore our welfare, that
such knowledge is withheld.
Prayer
“I thank You for Your
protection, Loving Father, and for helping me remain humble by not
allowing me to know how often You do so. Amen.”
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