Early in 1989, I had an interesting experience when I should have died…
OK, how’s that for an intro?
I’ll give you the short version and spare you the dramatics, you can thank me later…
Our furnace failed in February of that year, only we didn’t know it. Oh, it ran great, but the exhaust duct came apart and it sucked carbon monoxide into the house. Having no idea that anything was wrong, except that everyone had a really bad case of the flu, we lived with it for about a month… (this is where the dramatics would go)
Finally, we all went to the emergency room, it was on one of those days when I was paralyzed, so I got a ride in the ambulance. After sitting around, in my case lying around, for several hours, they took a blood sample from my wrist and sent us home to await the results. A couple of hours later, we received a frantic call from the hospital advising us to get out of the house immediately! I can only imagine that the good folks at the hospital could hear their lawyer’s voice in the back of their heads!
The whole family was hospitalized, put on oxygen and more tests were done; it’s really all a blur to me now… The next morning I awoke with the sensation that someone was staring at me. The doctor was leaning against the wall next to my bed just staring. Removing the oxygen mask I said, “What?” His response was stunning, even in my rather dull state:
“I’m trying to understand how it’s possible that any of you can be alive.” He went on to explain that my blood test from the day before indicated that I had several times the fatal level of carbon monoxide in my bloodstream. (True story!) Re-testing had confirmed this…
To make a long story short, I spent quite a bit of time wondering why we could be alive, and pondering the fact that I was living on borrowed time so to speak. Within several weeks, I came to realize that God was involved here, and that He had a purpose for sparing us. His purpose in my case became more and more clear to me as the time passed, and soon I came to understand that I was here to teach, and so I began later that year teaching people about Jesus Christ both in church classes and throughout daily contact with people.
In the years since, I have even taught Bible College in addition to classes and other service in churches, all the while working in secular employment for a living. About 10 years ago, I felt God’s call to quit my job and go into ministry full-time, and ever since then I have dodged God. Lately, every single day I can hear his voice telling me to get out there and do what He has called me to do full-time. But I answer Him, “Who wants a blind preacher who’s over 50?” That’s when I get the idea that I must be cracking up or something; I am still teaching, and doing the things that I have been doing for years now… Yes, I can teach, I can also preach and I suspect I can do both fairly well, but me, who would hire me for ministry?
Either I really am cracking up, or God has quite the plan in mind for His glory!
You see, this is one of those times when I can understand how this could work intellectually, but it strikes me that it just doesn’t feel right. (I can’t believe I just said that)
If you are still reading this overly long post (apologies for that) would you mind dropping a little prayer in for me to have discernment?