The following article is attributed to a hospice physician in Denver, Colorado.
I want to share with you one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5:00 p.m. and I got stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd. Suddenly, the car started to choke and splutter and die. I barely managed to coast into a gas station, cursing, yet glad that I would not be blocking traffic and would have a warm spot to wait for the tow truck.
I tried repeatedly, but the car wouldn’t start.
Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the service station mart. Apparently she slipped on some ice and fell into a gas pump. I got out to see if she were okay. When I got there, I realized that she was overwhelmed with crying rather than with an injury from the fall. She was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up. I picked it up and gave it to her. It was a nickel.
Then everything came into focus for me: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with three kids in the back (one in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95 a gallon.
I asked her if she needed any help. She kept saying, “I don’t want my kids to see me crying,” so we stood on the other side of the pump.
She said she was driving to California and that things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, “And you were praying?”
That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person and said, “Jesus heard you, and he sent me.”
I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill her car completely. While she was pumping the gas, I walked next door to McDonald’s and bought two big bags of food, some gift certificates, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves.
We stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little. She told me her name; she lived in Kansas City. Her boyfriend left two months ago and she could not make ends meet. She knew she would not have enough money to pay the rent. So, in desperation, she called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about five years.
They lived in California and said she could come live with them and try to get back on her feet there.
She packed up everything she owned in the car. She told the kids they were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going to live there. I gave her my gloves, a little hug, and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, “So, are you like an angel or something?”
This made me cry. I said, “Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people to do his work.”
Being a part of someone else’s miracle was so incredible.
Of course, you might have guessed it! When I got in my car, it started right away and got me home with no problem. I will bring it to the shop tomorrow to check it out, but I suspect the Lord’s hand was directing this whole little episode.
If we are open to the Spirit, God can use us in incredible ways.
Posted on Fri, October 24, 2014
by Rev. Wilmer L. Todd