Visions of Jesus, Miraculous Protection
I recently watched a video of a Muslim man who converted to
Christianity after reading a Bible and seeing a vision of Jesus. Here is the
teaser from Charisma News:
"Kamran grew up in a
Muslim family, but despite their lackadaisical religious practice, Kamran dove
deeper into Islam. 'I became [a] very, very, very
strict Muslim for the thirst and hunger I had for [the] creator of the world,' the man said. 'I used to think his name was Allah ... and I strongly believed
all his rules.' Kamran’s passion for the creator, to do what is right
and go to heaven, led him to dozens of Islamic books, as he believed he would 'get extra credit' for reading the Quran multiple times. 'I was
always so hungry, thirsty, desperate to get to know God.' When he went to church, Kamran saw a man standing behind
the pastor, and he knew right away that this man was Jesus.'"
You can hear Kamran’s testimony here: http://www.charismanews.com/culture/46125-watch-muslim-man-converts-to-christianity-with-passion-for-christ
When I subbed for the regular adult Sunday School teacher at
my ELCA Lutheran Church, I decided to stir the pot a little. The topic was the Holy
Spirit, so I asked the members to share experiences of when God spoke to them,
showed them something, or protected them. Lutherans believe in the Trinity, but
they don’t talk much about the Holy Spirit and don’t know much of what the
Bible says about it. I was blown away by several fascinating stories came out
that day. God’s hand of protection and guidance was clearly manifested.
Steve Bowers
Steve Bowers and his friend were joy riding on their quads (4-wheel
off-road vehicles) along an isolated, winding dirt road in northern California.
They drove up in a truck and trailer in the dark, then headed off on the quads to
a potential hunting site. Steve’s quad was behind his friend. It was just
getting light when the quad in front rode into a muddy hole, splashing dirty
water onto Steve’s face. The uncomfortable surprise caused him to turn is wheel
to the side, throwing his quad into a ditch next to a mountain. The quad rolled
and crushed his arm. The arm was broken with bones sticking out several places.
The elbow bone was severed from the arm.
When the friend noticed that Steve had rolled, he ran back
in shock and panic. Meanwhile, Steve got up and ran toward his friend. He must
have gone out of body for a second or two because he remembers seeing himself
running on the road, holding his head. Blood was gushing everywhere. He told
the friend to find two sticks for a splint. Steve actually splinted his arm
with two sticks and a rope and made a tourniquet. He told his friend that he
would have to drive to a hospital with Steve on the back of his quad. Both
grimly knew the hopelessness of that situation. They were in the mountains
hours away from help. Steve was getting dizzy and knew he was in serious
trouble.
At that moment, two guys in a truck came around the curve.
They just happened to have a flat bed truck with a camper on it and a mattress
in the bed of the truck. That’s where they put Steve for a long, bumpy ride to
a hospital. Steve’s friend drove his own quad back to where they had parked. He
was able to bring their truck and trailer back to pick up Steve’s quad. It took
almost four hours to get to the main road. Twenty minutes later, they were at
Clear Lake Hospital in Clear Lake. Meanwhile, a call had been put out to Steve’s
wife Kelly in Sacramento. She was picked up by the friend’s wife who drove her
to Clear Lake.
Steve’s insurance, Kaiser, has specialty hospitals. They refused
to allow Clear Lake Hospital to touch Steve. They wanted him in Santa Rosa
where there were surgeons who knew how to deal with compound fractures. They called
in two surgeons and sent an ambulance to Clear Lake to take Steve and Kelly to
Santa Rosa. Steve wanted to thank the two strangers who took him there. He
asked about them, but they were already gone and no one even remembered seeing them
at all. The EMTs put the elbow bone in Steve’s hand as he drove off.
They arrived at Kaiser Hospital in Santa Rosa about 7 pm. The
surgeons told Kelly that the best thing to do is take the arm. Steve had
already signed a permission form allowing that. Kelly wouldn’t hear of it.
Steve is a tall, burly hunter and builder. His friend could not turn Steve’s
quad upright with two arms. Steve did it with his one good arm. The surgeons
told her that if he kept it he would never be able to use it, but Kelly was
adamant. Five hours later, the surgery was over. Today, Steve’s arm is
completely muscular and normal. You would never know that it had once been so
damaged. (Below, the Bowers)
Bruce
Bruce B. has always loved skydiving. Even after two knee
replacements, jumping out of airplanes over Davis, California was his favorite hobby.
In 2009, when he was around 66 years old, he had a terrifying experience, which he tells in his own words.
"My main chute did not did not open at all. I attempted to pull
the reserve parachute ripcord but in my haste, failed to visually locate it.
This caused me to miss the ripcord and be pulling on another part of my rig. I
quit trying to maintain free fall stability and continued pulling as hard as I
could as I tumbled toward the ground at terminal velocity. I could see the
ground coming up at an alarming rate. It was then that I heard the voice say,
"You're going to die." At that point it came to me to do what I had failed to
do, visually locate the reserve ripcord. My error became obvious, I pulled the
ripcord, and instantly felt the extremely violent jerk that comes from the
opening of a reserve parachute at terminal velocity. I was safe under a
beautiful open canopy at 600 feet, 3 1/2 seconds from impact at terminal
velocity.
"Incidentally, I had to use my reserve again about two years later. On that occasion, the main chute was a spinning, tangled mess and any attempt to fly it to a landing would not have been successful nor would it have been survivable. I released the main and came down under the reserve. With the main chute deployed (although a mess) and slowing me down a bit and with me properly pulling the reserve ripcord, this incident had no real drama."
"Incidentally, I had to use my reserve again about two years later. On that occasion, the main chute was a spinning, tangled mess and any attempt to fly it to a landing would not have been successful nor would it have been survivable. I released the main and came down under the reserve. With the main chute deployed (although a mess) and slowing me down a bit and with me properly pulling the reserve ripcord, this incident had no real drama."
I asked Bruce if he still skydives. He said that after 70, he doesn’t bounce as well as he used to, so now he just rides motorcycles, but he misses jumping out of airplanes.
Judy
There was Judy M., who was driving along with her kids in a
station wagon. They were behind a semi truck with a large flat bed trailer. It
was loaded with steel pipes chained on the back. The truck stopped at the top
of a steep hill. Judy was right behind it. For some reason, she decided to back
all the way down the hill. Suddenly the chains broke and the steel pipes came
rolling down the hill. They stopped sliding right in front of her car. She was
sure that if she hadn’t backed down the hill, the pipes would have gone through
her windshield. Her kids thought it was exciting. When she got home, she began
to shake and fall apart. I asked her later, “What were you thinking when you
were backing down the hill? Were you thinking that you were nuts to do that?”
She answered, “I wasn’t thinking. I don’t know why I did that. I've never done anything like it before or since.”
Patricia
Patricia Z. was driving along in the city on a triple-digit
morning. She saw a woman weaving along the sidewalk. She thought to herself,
“Boy she’s getting started early.” A voice spoke to her and said, “She’s not
drunk, and you are the only one who knows what’s wrong with her.” Pat
immediately realized that she was suffering from overheating and was in a
dangerous state. Pat whipped into a parking lot, ran into a store and got two bottles
of cold water. Then she went to the woman and invited her to sit with her in a
cool store. The woman had been walking a long way and would have to walk a long
way back. Pat just may have saved her life.
More about Steve
Steve Bowers had another story to share. It occurred a few
years back, about the time he and Kelly began to attend our church. He got a
shard of steel in his eye. The ER removed it, but it became infected. He was in
constant, burning pain which medication could not assuage. One night he was
sitting in bed praying. Suddenly the pain stopped. Immediately after, he saw a
vision of Jesus standing beside the bed. I asked him what Jesus looked like.
Steve felt that he was shown an image of Jesus about the way he expected him to
look, with hair and beard and robe. The vision faded and so did the pain in his
eye. The infection healed and his eye is fine today.
All of these people were moved and protected by God's angels, even though at the time, they didn’t know a lot about how God works and
speaks. They were just faithful Christians living every day lives. They didn't feel any holier or closer to God than any other church member. God happens to be non-denominational, so He is there for anyone hungry to walk with Him each ordinary day.
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