Although the pilot of the plane remained calm, it was obvious he was concerned. The other gentleman in the front seal was growing angrier by the second. He began yelling at the pilot to do something to land the plane. Soon the two men were yelling at each other while the fuel gage kept dropping and dropping.
All I could do cramped in the rear seat of that little plane was pray. My opinion was not asked for and I believe the two men up front had totally forgotten I was even along. I sat back, closed my eyes and prayed. No, my life did not flash before my eyes nor did I receive some incredible revelation that would spare us from certain destruction. What I did receive was peace. Peace that all would be well.
With each passing minute the tension in the front of the plane grew thicker. I honestly thought the two men were going to come to blows. All I could think of was how hypocritical it was that a man who feigned himself to be some great spiritual leader did not manifest a single spiritual thought during a time of incredible crisis.
My quietness was broken by hearing the pilot crying into the radio, “Mayday”, “Mayday”, “Mayday”. Even I knew what that meant and for the first time in my young life (this was taking place in 1978 when I was 25 years old), I honestly thought my life would soon be over. I felt badly for my parents who would lose one of their three children. I even felt sorry for my wife even though we were having issues at the time.
Suddenly all the commotion up front ceased and the pilot pointed out that the fuel gauge was flashing and we had only a few minutes of fuel remaining. The spiritual leader started sobbing, the pilot continued talking on the radio and I quietly prayed.
What could I do? What could any of us do? We were in a situation where there was nothing that could be done except wait for the inevitable crash and instant death. Those were some very long and difficult minutes to say the least.
Obviously the plane did not crash for I am sitting here writing this story. Obviously my life did not end when I was 25 years old, for I have nearly 35 years of memories since that time many years ago. Without question, something took place that was supernatural and by all accounts can be classified as a miracle. Certainly the mighty power of God was indeed manifested in His grace and mercy as He spared us from certain destruction.
Far too many times we forget that when we talk and sing about God being mighty to save, it is not just limited to the act of salvation but involves everything in our lives. God can, has and will continue to watch over us, protect us, guide and direct us as we humbly submit to Him and cease trying to be our own Savior.
I promise I will conclude this story tomorrow for it really is a cool testimony to the power, grace and love of God. Until then, God bless you and Blessings 2 You!
Thank you for sharing such a personal story with us. I have really enjoyed reading your testimony and look forward to the conclusion tomorrow.
Grrrr B2Y, I know you are enjoying dragging this out and leaving the rest of us hanging
I thought about the peace which God has surrounded me with on a number of occasions. I particularly experienced this when I was going through cancer treatment and called it "being wrapped up in God's blanket". It is sooooo good to be wrapped up safe and snug in God's blanket.
[quote]Far too many times we forget that when we talk and sing about God being mighty to save, it is not just limited to the act of salvation but involves everything in our lives. [/quote]
This is true. God cares about the tiniest details of our lives.
I got three quarters way through and I just KNEW you were going to do it again!!! . As I was getting closer to the end of the blog I realised I was reading faster and faster as the tension rose. Sir, you are excellent in the act of torture .
On a slightly more serious note. I have never found the ability to hold my head while all around lose theirs. This story reminds me of reading about Paul and how he sang while in prison. Peace, perfect peace.