In college days, in about 1970, my ride was a 1950 Chevrolet two door hard top that my Uncle James Hall gave me. There were many escapades in that vehicle. One was a trip back from north western Arkansas one night after a buddy and I had attended a church youth meeting. Coming down one of those curvy hills, the lights went out. Instantly I memorized the position I was holding the wheel and we both cried out “Jesus!” The lights came back on. It happened again. Again, we cried out “Jesus!” They stayed on the rest of the night. God got a couple of dumb college kids out of a bad situation. Past college, I was hitchhiking and ended up in Kansas. I was riding a horse on a narrow path between a deep ditch and a barb wire fence, just big enough for the horse. The horse spooked and reared up. I lunged forward grabbing his neck with my arms. He went straight back down and we walked out the path back onto the road. In 1973, I was learning to fly an airplane. I pulled some dumb stunts doing that, too. I was doing turns around a point, less than a thousand feet above the ground. For training purposes, the object is to hold the wing tip on a fixed point on the ground while you fly around it while you maintain about a 45-degree angle in the air. Had I slipped sideways losing vacuum on my wings, at that altitude the chance of recovering was virtually nil. Chance of recovery from a higher altitude was much greater. It was probably somewhere around 1980 I had a motorcycle. Riding it to work one morning, I was passing a pick-up truck in a slight curve. I could see ahead around the truck fine, but just as I was pulling alongside him, he swerved into my lane. That forced me to “lean out” away from him putting my left handle into a mailbox sticking out into the road a little. I remember clearly being thrown down the road and rolling and praying instantly, “God! Am I ever going to stop rolling!?!” I did. Then I was afraid to try to move, fearing that I would find that I could not because I was dead. Finally, I did try to move, and obviously, I was not dead. In my walk with the Lord, He has pulled me out of many more situations that I could enumerate for a long, long time. As we go through life, we need the Lord to be with us. That is just for the dumb stunts we pull, not to mention all the stuff that is going on around us. Just yesterday a buddy and I got down on our knees and prayed with a 42-year-old man who was tired of trying to figure things out and call all the shots. Yesterday he surrendered all to the Lord, and received peace. We need the Lord.
We Need the Lord!
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