This morning I was reading one of my long-time-owned spiritually-oriented books, written in 1959, called The Blood of Jesus. The author, Rev. Whyte tells a few stories of how pleading the Blood of Jesus has brought sudden safety, healing, and spiritual understanding. I've read this book off and on over the past 35 years, whenever the Lord lays it on my "reading" plate.
I read [for the many-eth time] one of his stories of driving in snow on a country road outside of Toronto, and how both he and his wife, in separate cars, filled with youth on their way home from a retreat, were blown off the highway. Individually, as their cars were out of control, they immediately called upon the Lord, asking for protection by Him through the Blood of Jesus. Miraculously, they were all uninjured, and cars not damaged. Entirely safe.
It reminded me -- again -- of what happened to me all those years back. It doesn't simply use this same focus, such as the Blood, but it sure was an immediate touch through the power of the Lord.
I had not been driving many years at that time... either no cars or no reason to use one. However, I had begun to be a realtor in May, 1978, so that non-driving phase of life changed for me. In early 1979, I was in a bank helping some buyers apply for their loan. While there, an ice-storm hit outside. When I left, about 5:30, my car was thoroughly covered with a blanket of ice. It took me about half an hour to chip off enough ice to open the door and see through bits of the windows.
About 6, I got onto the road to head for home, which was about 10 miles away. Today, that area across from the bank is a busy part of Omaha, a 4-lane street with houses all around it. Back then, it was just a plain 2-lane road and very few houses and no street lights. Well, I was driving along, carefully, on the ice-covered road; there was no one in front or behind me. After about 2 miles, the car suddenly and instantly "swooshed" from the lane I was in across to the other lane. I was shocked and very frightened, because that change happened without anything connected to my driving style. Since the road was covered with ice, I knew I couldn’t turn the steering wheel at all without being absolutely certain sure that would throw me off the road. I couldn't hit the brakes, for risk of spinning out of control and hitting one of the roadside ditches. I could see the glare of headlights reflected off the hilly stretch of road ahead and knew there were cars coming at me and knew there could be very bad, if not deadly, accidents.
I immediately, frantically, started to pray. First, I said "Angels. Lord, send angels." Nothing happened. A couple seconds later I said, "Jesus, help me, Jesus." Again, nothing happened. For a very short time, I kept frantically praying in my heart. Suddenly my mouth opened and I shouted – very, very loudly – "Satan, in the name of Jesus, take your hand off my steering wheel!"
My car immediately swooshed back into the lane where it belonged. I hadn't touched anything. The car moved all by itself. Within seconds the other cars started to pass by in the other lane where I had been.
I had no more problems, and I reached home about 20 minutes later, although, because of the ice, I continued to move slowly and carefully, just as I had been doing before the ‘swooshing’ had occurred. When I pulled into our driveway, my body was still trembling and I was shaking my head from the miracle I had just been through.
I never wonder whether God can step in to protect me. He did it then, and He has done it so many other times over the years as I’ve driven all over the States, hundreds of thousands of miles. I have been in some very tense or dangerous situations, and I have come through those events with joy and appreciation roaring in my heart and out of my mouth, because of His faithfulness to me.