God Is Real.
My Faith In God
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
God,and Heaven are like dreams in our lives, and in our hearts. Heaven is a place of wonder, beauty, joy, hope, happiness, love, and understanding. What does Heaven have in store for humanity after our trials on earth ?
Our world is filled with abounding beauty which has not yet been completely discovered in all it's great, and interesting resources. Someday in a wonderful , and glorious time, everything according to God will become even more beautiful. People of God have said that the Lion will some day live in peace with the lamb. Maybe there will come a time when God will deliver us from evil, hate, wars, greed. power seekers, or of bitter rivals. All this has been terrible for humanity, our oceans, resources, wild life, nature,our environment, and to our beautiful earth.
Love has never been taken serious enough. Love is one of the most necessary, vital, relevant, and magnificent emotions in our existence. It is believed that God will share it with everyone that opens their hearts to his knowledge, teachings, kindness, and compassion. I really, and truly believe that God wants our world to have more love in it.
Did Christ really die for us ? According to history he did, and he died in a terrible way. Was Christ a miracle worker ? According to history he was a healer, and his intentions were to help humanity.
Was Christ the son of God ? For me, my answer is yes. I believe we are all the children of God, the creations of God. I believe we are all part of the very heart, and soul of God, and that we are all the seeds of our maker.
I could talk about miracles that have affected our lives, but I know in my heart that there will always be questions ,and doubts that will challenge the existence of God.
One day I thought I did something terrible to my family. Two days earlier my wife's father was laid to rest after dying of long illness.
The day did not feel right. We were traveling to the bank to deposit a few checks. The highway in front of the bank was always very busy with high volume traffic.
Something did not feel right that morning on my way to the bank. As usual I made the sign of the cross with my right hand, and I said out loud, "Dear God Don't let anything bad happen to us on our way to the bank."
My lovely daughter was sitting in the back seat. Joann , my lovely wife was sitting to the right , or in the front passenger's seat by the right front door.
I finished handing our deposits to the cashier at the drive threw window. As usual I said something pleasant to the young lady teller on the speaker outside by our window. The nice young lady thanked me, and so it was that I drove away like I always did after business.
I approached the heavy traffic with our family car. I looked in my rear view mirror, and saw a few cars behind me, with everyone wanting to get on the highway just like me.
It did not seem like I had much of a chance to get on the highway. Cars were flying by so fast. So many of them just flew on by. I felt anxious , and kind of tired. I felt like I needed to get on the highway so that we could just go home, or take Becky somewhere to eat .
I felt like I had to do something because cars were behind me waiting to leave the bank.
For some awful reason I thought I could make it across the highway traffic to get to the middle lane. I looked , and thought I had a chance to make it, but cars were coming so fast.
I hit the accelerator, and made the worst mistake of my life. In a split second I could see three cars about to destroy us, about to slam right into us , and kill us, and in a super instantaneous split second I turned my head to look at my daughter in the back seat as our car was trying to make it across the lanes.
I have always been and excellent driver. I received thirty written safety driving award certificates in refinery security. I was also a uniformed deputy sheriff. I knew every split second in super instantaneous moments counted. Why did I do that ? Why did I destroy my family ? Why did I destroy Becky, and Joann ? Why did I destroy all those people in the cars that should have crashed into me at light speed ?
Everything I did in my life turned to wrong in my heart, and every life I ever saved from impending death as a cop was cancelled out by the lives that I almost took ,and loved.
I thought I saw Becky and Joann for the last time. But something in my mind told me to reach out for God, and that is when I said out loud, " Dear God in Heaven help me. I just killed my family ."
What I am about to say, no one will ever believe. My wife Joann told me that a miracle happened. Suddenly all the traffic slowed down to almost a crawling stop. An SUV did not hit me. A truck did not hit me, and another car did not smash into us. There was even a car passing another car that did not hit us. In total four cars should have hit us.
I made it to the middle lane. So help me God in Heaven dearest readers this is the truth from my very soul . I over shot just a slight fraction, and a car clipped me from the outside orth bound lane.
People stopped , and began running out of their cars. A lady driver from a van came to me and said, " Why did you pull out in front of us ? "
I could not say a word, but when I did, I said " All of you were driving too fast, and you're going to kill everyone."
In what seemed like and instant of passing time, and emergency ambulance arrived to see if anyone was hurt. The police arrived. Two police cruisers with four patrolmen arrived.
With my two walking canes I walked over to a police officer, a patrolman and asked him if I was going to jail.
He was writing on his police forms. He did not look directly at me. He was writing when he said, " You're not going to be arrested, but I must tell you that you are blessed because I do not know how no one was injured , and only you're front fender was clipped, and only one car was scratched. You are blessed .Someone up there likes you."
The lady with the scratched bumper said that she was not hurt. She told me I should have been more careful. I told her that I was sorry for scratching her car. There was a small three inch long scratch on her fender. I gave the patrolman information concerning my insurance that I carried. When I drove home I called my insurance company, and they thanked me.
I do not think the lady ever made a claim over her scratched car. If she would have, my insurance would have taken care of the matter.
God saved our lives. Only God knows what a horrible mistake I made. You only have to makes one stupid mistake to destroy you're entire family in a traffic accident. I have seen too many deceased people. I should have been more careful.
I want to weep when I think about all the blood I have seen that came from the bodies of young drivers slain like deer.
I should have been more careful. I stopped driving for a few months. I was forced to have to help Joann by driving again. I really did not want to ever drive a car ever again, but I had too. I have to help Joann.
I do not drive much anymore, and when I do I take the safest back roads I can to where I have to go.
I could go on for a long time describing miracles in our lives. Maybe one day Becky will walk. That is a miracle I would like to see. But if not on earth, perhaps in Heaven.
I believe in God. I can not prove there is a God, or a Supreme being that oversees everything that happens on earth, but nothing can explain what happened in only this one incident in our lives.
There have been many miracles in our lives. God is real. You can bank on it.
I am a believer in free will. I believe that everyone should believe only in what they choose to believe in, and that is what freedom is about. My free will wants me to believe in God.
Why didn't gunmen shoot me ? I walked into the muzzle sights of a lot of guns. Shooters have shot other people, and did not shoot me.
Once in refinery security I was so awful tired. I had not slept for days. I was working during a strike. I was protecting a refinery.
I was sick, and on patrol. A lady guard gave me a pill for something I do not even remember. I had not slept for a long time. I ran into a telephone post. I demolished half of my patrol truck. I was not hurt. They did not fire me. On my way home I pulled my car by the shoulder of the road and went to sleep.
When I went back to work they gave me and extremely expensive fire and safety truck to drive. I was moved up in ranks twice in two months. I worked seventy two days of a strike.
Men got killed. Cars were fired at. Police actions occurred. I have worked on the streets , and have helped fight crime. I have guarded killers, armed robbers, and convicted felons.
I never hurt a single soul. I was trained well, but I never wanted to go that far.
I trained all my life for everything. Still you can not live , or save a life without God's help.
My father is in Heaven. He was lifeless when I buttoned his shirt after his massive heart attack. He was a World War 2 combat soldier. He believed in God too.
I kissed dad on the cheek before they closed his coffin. I am getting away from my mind, and I am going outside to see some sunlight , and to feel the cool wind that will pull me out of this kind of thinking. Maybe I will ask Joann to bring me something cool to drink, like a glass of ice tea. I would do it for her. She is my angel.
I thank God always for the good things God has done for us.