Thursday, October 31, 2013

A Poet's Testimony (Part 3)


A Poet’s Testimony (Part 3)

My first job out of college was a three month Co-Op from Rochester Institute of Technology that turned out to be a nine month position as a Project Coordinator for Pennsylvania Power & Light Company out of Allentown, Pennsylvania. Fortunately, my sister lived in nearby Whitehall where I was able to rent a room from her. By then, my girlfriend and I were serious about our relationship and commitment to one another. She would try to drive down and see me for the weekend when she could and I would try to drive up to New York and see her for the weekend when I could; typically every other weekend. It was a long and grueling six hour drive after a full day’s work on Friday.

This was at a time early in my Christian walk, a time before I had an established personal relationship with Christ. I longed for a return to the innocent and blind faith of my youth, but had no idea how to get there. One weekend when I was driving back to Whitehall from New York, rather than listening to the radio, I decided to pray for the entire six hour drive. I was a much undeveloped Christian at that point and still very immature in my praying life. I had no idea how to speak to God, let alone how to pray for six hours, so I recited the Lord’s Prayer for the entire trip. I have no idea what I was praying for, maybe that God would just grab hold of me and say, “Here I am.” I was obviously looking for some kind of intervention and guidance in my life. God did not speak to me on that trip, but I did experience a peace and comfort in my life the following week at work that I hadn’t remembered feeling in a long time. I decided to do the same thing on my trip back to New York a few weeks later.

There was a terrible snow storm that weekend. I was driving a two wheel; rear drive Toyota Corona two-door with summer tires and the quickest route required that I take 15 North over the Pocono Mountains.  From experience, I knew that the road might soon close due to the weather. I raced to get to the top of the mountain where rather than getting turned around and having to take a three hour detour, I would simply be forced to go down the other side of the mountain, as I intended anyway. I was no doubt driving too fast for the road conditions. As anyone who has taken this route can attest, when you near the top of the Poconos on Route 15, it is a shear drop off of several hundred feet on one side of the road and mountain on the other side. As I drove along reciting the Lord’s Prayer at 55 to 60 miles an hour, I had no idea that I was driving on an eight inch thick sheet of ice, now covered by fresh snow. Not surprisingly, I did not see another vehicle on this well traveled road for my entire climb to the top.

Just as I reached the top of the mountain and going around a curve that followed the contour of the mountain, I lost control of the car. At 60 miles an hour, on a sheet of solid ice, my car began spinning around in complete 360 degree circles. I saw my headlights first shine over the drop-off to my right, then against the mountain to my left. By the time I had spun around three times, I could see that my car was drifting nearer to the edge and not across the lane to the mountain. I had only time to say one thing; I yelled, “Jesus!” I wasn’t swearing and I wasn’t necessarily calling for help; I was simply calling to Jesus because I knew in that instant that in a very few seconds, I would be seeing Him. I had innocent blind faith and no doubt. As soon as the word, “Jesus” left my lips, I heard a loud explosion to my left. My car spun past the thin guard rail to the outside of the road and to the lane in front of me just in time to see the flash of two red lights that were the taillights of a eighteen wheeler, the first vehicle I had seen on my entire drive up the mountain. The explosion that I heard was the truck in front of me bouncing up and down. The weight of the truck, the roughness of the road, and the hand of Jesus had broken-up the ice. Just as I saw the taillights, I saw enormous eight inch thick blocks of ice flying to the right and left of the truck. It was like the parting of the Red Sea. My car dropped into the trench created by the displaced ice and my spinning tires touched blacktop for the first time in a long time. The spinning tires screeched as they hit the blacktop and I gently touched my breaks to slow down to keep from hitting the truck in front of me. I was able to slow down to around 30 miles an hour before I hit the bump that was the edge of the ice and placed me again on top of the ice, directly behind the tractor-trailer truck, but going much slower. I followed the tractor-trailer down off the mountain where he pulled into a truck stop and restaurant and I continued on my journey home.

Many who have experienced similar circumstances may chalk them up to chance, good luck, or even fate. As a younger man, I may have even agreed with them, but not today. I have a degree in mathematics and I know full well that I have long since passed the probability of chance. If left up to chance, good luck, or fate, the odds are no longer in my favor. I can no longer take the most often traveled and easy road. I admit that there is one greater than me, one in whom all things are possible. As a matter of fact, I want to shout it from the rooftops. Jesus is Lord! I called upon His name and He saved me in an instant. I drove on dry blacktop between the displaced ices and walked on dry land between the parted seas! I saw the finger of God come down to earth. Amen.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

A Poet's Testimony (Part 2)


A Poet’s Testimony (Part 2)

I didn’t know it at the time, but when I awoke on that couch the next morning, some thirty plus years ago, my life would be forever changed. This was the absolute first time in my life that I had recognized an answer to prayer as doing something beyond my capability as a man to accomplish. God had done something beyond me that could not possibly be attributed to chance. I had prayed a prayer with a good heart to do what God would intend me to do and God had answered my prayer in a night. Skeptics might simply call this a self-fulfilling prophecy, nothing more than my subconscious causing something to happen that I sincerely wanted to happen, but they were not there. I was in a bad place and I was heading down a very dark road.

God had turned hatred to love and planted a seed of faith in a night. That morning I knew that there was nothing that God could not accomplish. The answer to my prayers was limited only by my faith and the Godly intent of my prayer. I set out on a mission to build my faith with God’s help and to be strong through affliction where He would talk to me the loudest. Faith was daily in my prayers.

A few weeks later, my then girlfriend, now wife of thirty years, told me that she had glaucoma and that she had an appointment to see her doctor. She was worried about the outcome because her eyes had been under pressure and she was having headaches. I secretly read-up on glaucoma and discovered that people with glaucoma often times go blind. I will not lie to you; my initial thoughts were selfish thoughts of how my life would be impacted by her blindness, but I quickly snapped out of it and remembered my vow to be strong in affliction. Allowing myself one McDonald’s chocolate milkshake a day, I fasted for breakfast and lunch for three days and prayed for a positive outcome from the eye doctor that week.

When I picked-up my future wife at the eye doctor, she was quiet and somber. She gazed out the front windshield of my truck and didn’t say much of anything. After a few minutes when I couldn’t take it any longer, I asked her how it had gone at the eye doctor. Her response was precious; she said, “Oh, everything is fine, just like always. My pressure has not changed much and my headaches are probably due to all the pollen this summer.” I had been hoodwinked; her eye pressure had been relatively the same since she was first diagnosed and began treatment; but I assumed the worst and never asked. I wasn’t sure if it was the devil or God Himself playing tricks on me. In the end, all I could do was laugh at my own stupidity and acknowledge that although probably not necessary, my prayers had been answered.

I continued on my faith building quest. Today, my faith is unshakable, but still not a mustard seed. I still struggle to find a worldly answer to what can be accomplished by God with man’s faith. He has no worldly bounds that I can define as a man and His love pours forth like a never-ending mountain spring.