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Life Changing Experiences of Christians – Part 3

How To Make It To A CLP

When Baham Mitra, son of former Philippine House of Representative Speaker Ramon Mitra, found an obstacle preventing him from making it to the CLP, he took drastic measures.

His driver had left the car keys inside the car. You know what Baham - his name is short for Abraham - did to get the keys? He promptly broke the side windows of his brand new car!

To Say Goodbye Hurts

The most difficult grief to accept is the loss of a spouse. This was what happened to me on the sunny Sunday afternoon of January 11. My wife and I were on our way to give two talks on Evangelism Training in a place 69 kms. away from home when the traffic accident happened. I lost consciousness and suffered six fractured ribs as well as a fractured clavicle.

I knew about her death only a day before her funeral, after seven days in the ICU. I wept and grieved for her. Anger and guilt started to torment me. “Why me, Lord? Why my wife?” Life is unfair. We don't deserve this. Are You punishing us? It could not be because we were out to fulfill our commitment to serve the Lord. If only we had not gone that Sunday afternoon, the car accident would never have happened.

My wife, before we left home, spoke of the presence of many flowers in the coming days. I didn't understand then what she meant.

She was really prepared for her talk, days before the schedule. We never made it though. The car accident happened before we could reach the place. Showing my grief to God I said, “Lord, you could have given me some clear sign before the accident and I would have saved my wife's life. Now, you would not even allow me to see her being laid to rest.” Instead, the Lord impressed the words on my mind from the Bible, “Whoever tries to save his life, will lose it, whoever dies for my sake, will be saved.” About my being deprived to view my spouse' body during her burial, again, God's words from the Bible, flashed back, “if you really want to follow me, do not keep looking back. Let the dead bury its dead.” I really never felt God's words could be so real until then. He came through my broken body and loss. I knew that even in our commitment to serve the Lord, God did not promise us sunshine without rain, light without darkness, joy without pain. I only thought that God would have at least allowed my wife to meet death like a gentle friend. But this was not even so. My thoughts were not His thoughts. He alone knows the plans He has for me and my wife. All I can say is, Lord, since this is all part of your plan, let Thy will be done. On my prayer, I rely on Phil 1:21. For me to live is Christ, to die is gain. Now, my wife, your servant, Lord, has died and you spared my life from that accident. Lord I'm still alive; life must go on. Of course, life moves on. Lean only remember the things we used to hold dear: the thrill of being together on Valentine's Day and Wedding Anniversary; the excitement of kissing her each time I wake up in the morning which she in turn returns it with a smile; the joy of bringing the children into the world; the sweet experience of owning our first home and car; the joy of praying together in our terrace for our daily morning prayer and scripture reading. All of this without her will never be the same again. It hurts to say goodbye. But the most consoling thought is the great privilege God gave my wife: He allowed her to die in the line of duty. By Dan Rebolado.

An Angel Called Jess

We decided to live outside Metro Manila to be rid of the traffic and pollution. But the most important reason was because my work took me to Cavite. My office is just a few minutes away from our house. That day was a busy day for me. I had a meeting in the morning at Cavite and another afternoon meeting in the morning in our Manila office.

I decided to take an early lunch. I anticipated the traffic that I was about to face in Manila. I was driving leisurely along GMA (Gen. Mariano Alvarez) Cavite. The jeepney in front of me suddenly stopped. I stepped on the brake and swerved to the left and overtook the jeepney. I was surprised by a boy darting across my path.

Stepping on my brakes again, I was too late. I hit the boy. He was hurled up and thrown a few meters away.

I was shocked and dumb-founded. I got out of the car and asked people around to carry the boy to my car so that we could bring him to a hospital nearby. As I was shouting instructions, I saw many people already gathering around me. One was holding a 45 caliber gun. My worry was to save the boy, not myself. So I had no time to fear what might happen to me.

A man was kind enough to bring the boy inside the car and also accompany me all the way to De La Salle Hospital. I prayed all the way especially during a certain point when I asked the boy's companion if the boy had any pulse and the answer was negative. Oh, God, I thought, make him live, I prayed.

We arrived at the hospital's emergency room. The boy was immediately X-rayed. Tests were taken. Soon enough he was conscious. I visited him a couple of times until his full recovery.

I prayed and thanked the Lord for four reasons. First, the boy was saved. Second, on the accident scene, I could have been beaten up by the mob as I exposed myself. But God shielded me. Third, the parents of the boy could have taken advantage of me by extorting money from me, but they were so considerate and kind. Fourth, I was in shock and confused but a kind soul - the man - helped me bring the boy to the hospital. I never saw him again after the incident. By the way the man's name is…Jess.

God is good all the time! By Melo Vlllaroman

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