The Hand of God

But Christ has indeed been raised from the dead, the firstfruits of those who have fallen asleep. For since death came through a man, the resurrection of the dead comes also through a man. For as in Adam all die, so in Christ all will be made alive. 1 Corinthians 15:20-22 NIV

This afternoon went to see “Heaven is for Real”, a movie based upon a true story of a four year old boy’s recollection of what he saw up above in the heavenly realm. It was a thought provoking film that certainly touched the viewers hearts, perhaps answering some questions we all have. The best line in the movie was “some people are afraid that Heaven doesn’t exist and some people are afraid that it does”. It was indeed an inspirational film that brought both tears and joy. Then….

We made a couple of store stops along the way on Route 9 in Fishkill,just a bit after 5:00 p.m. suddenly I felt faint, and shaken on the inside. Making our way to our next destination I was eerily and inexplicably quiet. We passed the Domino’s Pizzeria on Route 9 where several days earlier a 19 year old boy perished in a fire. There were teenagers gathered outside the location, that had posters, flowers, candles, and cards on the fence in front of the charred building. Sadness tugged at my heartstrings and prayers silently invoked within me. Then…

Just a bit longer down the road on Route 9 in Poughkeepsie, we saw the Hand of God invisibly save the life of a young man named Mike. It was approximately 5:20 p.m., we were in the 2nd lane, and 5 cars ahead of us in the 3rd lane was the vehicle that Mike drove. Out of nowhere we saw a street sign fly up like an arrow landing directly into Mike’s windshield. It was both quick yet seemed to be movie-like in slow motion effect. All the other cars were coming to a halt. People were getting out of their cars and running to the blue car, expecting to see what no body wanted to see. By the time I got to them, the young man in purple, was no longer inside the car. He was standing unharmed as people were praising the Lord for saving him. Looking inside the car I saw the shattered windshield with the metal sign post at an angle over the steering wheel. It literally missed Mike’s head by perhaps 8 to 10 inches and landed over the middle part of the car seats.

The young man was somewhat in shock. People were all concerned and amazed, saying things like: “there was an angel looking out for you” someone up there was with you today” “You have to go to church tomorrow”, all of us were asking if he was okay or hurt. After I looked inside the car, I realized immediately it was the Hand of God that was between that road sign and Mike’s life at the precise moment the accident occurred. I asked him his name and told him mine, why I told him I was a deacon I don’t know, and I took his hand. These words came out without a thought: “Well Brother Mike, you definitely had an angel looking over you today. I don’t know what it is you needed to know, but on this day, the day before Easter; God is trying to tell you something, and it was the Hand of God that stopped that sign from hitting you. He saved you for a reason”. Mike’s big brown eyes, connected with mine and he replied, “Yes, I know.”

The sirens were getting closer now, so everyone was getting back into their vehicles. We were all talking through our windows, about what happened, what we saw, and how God was there. Many of us were in disbelief of the miracle we witnessed. There was a good Samaritan woman directing the traffic while the other drivers were making a path for the emergency vehicles. As we passed the accident, on the left we saw either 3 or 4 other vehicles that looked empty, with many people standing around. Bumpers, glass, and shaken individuals waited for the emergency teams. Apparently whatever happened with those vehicles must have included the hitting of the road sign that flew into the air directly into Mike’s windshield.

There really are no words to describe the feelings that unite strangers or how. Only that in those moments, the thought of another being hurt or worse made us all want to help in some way. There was a movie that conveyed a message that Heaven is Real. There is earth where sometimes, Heaven meets it and shows us just how much. Believing that is our hope. Our hope in everyday inspired by life, questioning the unknown, looking to the invisible made visible. The hand of God spoke to many of us…without words today. May all who were there remember and rejoice tonight into tomorrow, celebrating Resurrection Sunday with new found sight into the meaning of Easter.

Now then, we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God were pleading through us: we implore you on Christ’s behalf, be reconciled to God. For He made Him who knew no sin to be sin for us, that we might become the righteousness of God in Him. ~ 2 Corinthians 5:20-21

About Michele Renee Monique

God's Child, doing His work, willingly, freely, and for His will and purposes. Permanent Volunteer for Jesus Christ, love to help people, and find that in suffering through many instances of affliction, I have always related to those less fortunate. Helping others to rise above oppression, abuse, poverty, illness, loneliness, injustice, and or any negative emotional responses to that which ails them is compassion that since early childhood I've been blessed to receive. My work with individuals relating to domestic violence and or abuse has been a personal journey of healing and overcoming that which has been around for centuries. Will write more and share insights of what is within myself, so that in sharing with others, perhaps they will become survivors too.
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2 Responses to The Hand of God

  1. Dear Tim,

    Apologies for not getting back to you sooner. Thank you for your kind and encouraging thoughts, very much appreciated.

    I’ve been following your site and am very thankful to you for sharing all that the Lord is working through you to help others.

    God is faithful, and Jesus is the Grace that permeates our being.

    May you be continuously blessed as you bless others!

  2. Tim Petri says:

    Wow- My oh my. I have not read anything so very similar to what I have walked through – only a handful of people can even imagine what it would be like to be constantly bombarded with death, medical problems, financial strain and relational issues as well as the others. Even my friends used to stop me after I just got started telling them of my latest trials– it was too much.

    However, as you know, His Grace is sufficient. His purposes are not hindered. His call is irrevocable. All things really do work together for good as His Word says. I can relate 100% to your feelings, and the loneness that can accompany them. My dark night in the soul most recently was about a 10 year ordeal. I am just now trying to get up and wipe the dust off. I feel beat up badly. But- my bible still says that His promises are good.
    Thanks for following my blog!