An Interesting Incident.

 

It was in the winter of 1971/1972, now some thirty years ago, when, already well past midnight, I was driving our big V8 station wagon back to our hometown. Next to me, my husband was fast asleep and snoring loudly.

It was true that he worked sixty or more hours per week, and then in the evenings he worked as my dance partner. We had to travel away from home for the dance classes on four, or even on five nights per week, and then he would have to be up and about again by six of the following dawn to get to his regular job.

We had agreed that I should drive home on those late nights so he could at least get some extra sleep. But I worked hard, too, and I would also be up at six of that following morning to get our half-dozen offspring ready for school. As well, I would then have to prepare the dance lessons for that evening.

That thoughtless, snoring body, regularly beside me in the passenger seat made me angry and very resentful at times.

On that long-ago cold night I was fighting to stay awake, but sticking to "the master's rule" of not playing my radio. He needed his sleep, he said. I wound down the window, yet the bitter-cold wind did little to revive me. I was already driving about ten miles above the speed limit, but we were still forty-five minutes away from home, our warm bed, and a well-deserved rest.

I studied the road up ahead and glanced in the rear view mirror. There was not a car in sight -- a black night ahead and behind me. There were no Officers of the Law to be seen, and so I bumped up the speed by another ten miles per hour. I had no great need for a speeding ticket, that was for sure, but I wanted to get home as quickly as I could. I was so-o-o tired.

"Get into the other lane!" sounded a loud and urgent voice.

I swiftly changed lanes, and as I did, a car without headlights pulled from the side of the road. I screamed at the top of my lungs, "I missed that car by mere inches! The fool! Where did he come from?" The car that would have written our death warrants was now just a blur of an image in my rear view mirror. Instantly I knew where he had come from. He had charged onto the road from that little roadside bar I passed each week, and probably so drunk and 'legless', he would never find out how close he came to creating both his extinction, and ours.

That snoring body beside me woke up the moment I swerved into the inside lane. "What on earth are you doing?" he demanded to know. "Have you lost your cotton-pickin' mind?"

"Saving our bloody lives, is what I am doing!" I told him. I was trembling from head to foot. But I knew "the Voice", not I, had saved us, for I heard an audible Voice -- as clearly an audible sound as I have ever heard in my life.

This most fortunate rescue happened many years before the Urantia Papers found me. It happened long before I learned about Midwayers and Destiny Guardians, and long before our Celestials Teachers were heard. I had no idea of what a Thought Adjuster could possibly be.

As far as I was concerned, it was God who told me to get into the other lane, and with a Voice of such overwhelming authority, I instantly did as I was told to do.

I have heard that Voice many times since then, and lived a most amazing life in the years following that event. And often I wondered about His decision to save our lives and for what reason His timely mercy. Nonetheless, I am incredibly grateful for His Amazing Grace on that winter evening so long ago.


To all on our 11.11 List:

I decided to submit this particular experience upon George’s invitation for me to do so. Perhaps there are others who have had similar experiences of God’s remarkable intervention, and want to write about it, and send it in. I for one would like to hear about your experiences.

Blessings to all.

Your sister… J.

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