Connection in Prayer

It sounded like a gunshot blast and glass scattered everywhere. Time stood still as I debated whether I was dead or alive. We were in Houston, so I immediately assumed this was a drive by shooting. Was I shot? I did not feel any pain. Maybe this is what it feels like to be in shock. Then, I hear Brock instruct me to put on the brake and pull to the side of the road.

I inspected my person as well as Brock and found no evidence of blood just a lot of tiny glass fragments. The windshield of our big rig had a craetor in it the size of a football a few inches above my head.

Brock noticed three pick-up trucks in the oncoming lane pass our truck just as the explosion occurred. As we waited for the police to get there, the trucks came back by in our same lane honking and shouting. At that point, we decided to get moving.
When we finally were able to talk with a police officer, he was very concerned that I was driving. He told us what we had already expected. If the object had hit a couple of inches lower, it would have ripped right through the glass and into my head killing me instantly.

Later, we found out that the weekend before, the same sort of thing happened to another guy in that same area of Houston. Teenage guys in pick-up trucks threw cinder blocks at the car in the oncoming lane, except in this case, they came back by with baseball bats in hand. The victim was able to escape somehow.

This really shook me up. I realized how fragile life is and how close I came to death that night. Brock said that just a few minutes before the incident, he felt compelled to pray for our safety.

The next week, I e-mailed the happenings to a friend from college, Gin. She asked if it occurred on Friday night. I informed her that she was correct in that it was Friday night, but why did she ask? Gin replied that Friday night, she woke up in the middle of the night with me on her mind. She thought this was a little strange because she had not talked with me for a while. She felt the urgency to pray for me.
I was so comforted to know that the Lord not only protected me, but also woke someone in the night so that she could intercede in prayer on my behalf. Interceding for someone before the Lord is one of the biggest responsibilities as well as privileges we have as believers.

At that point, I told the Lord that I wanted to be that person whom He wakes in the middle of the night to pray for someone. I wanted to be a faithful interceder for others. After I prayed that, things began to happen. I'll tell you about one instance tomorrow...


Me and Gin


Our windshield