The righteous cry, and the Lord hears, and delivers them out of all their troubles. The Lord is near to them that are of a broken heart; and saves such as be of a contrite spirit. Many are the afflictions of the righteous; but the Lord delivers him out of them all.
There are times in our life that things come at us ‘out of the blue,’ so to speak. It’s easy to ask WHY at those times. If we are patient, we might catch a glimpse of God’s greater purpose.
After I got to Tucson, one of those times intersected with me. The trip down was eventful and I may cover that another time. I established myself with the help of church brethren and found work landscaping.
By December of 1973, I was asked by one of the ministers to accompany him up into the Catalina Mountains near Tucson to pray for the upcoming revival meetings at the large church I was attending. Our non-denominational church would be hosting ministers from around the world.
As we started out that morning we had to traverse the heart of the city to get to the road leading us into the mountains. The main group was in one car and I followed behind in my old 1954 Chevy pick-up.
As we approached one of the main thoroughfares they proceeded through the intersection under a green light. I knew I had time enough to follow them through and began to do so when next thing I knew I was being loaded into the back of an ambulance.
I had been broadsided by an Indian fellow who ran the light. During that period I was unconscious, I saw myself beside my bed with my hands raised praising the Lord.
The other carload of believers came back to the scene and told me later that I was speaking in unknown tongues while lying on the pavement where I had been thrown during the crash.
I was in and out of semi-consciousness for the next week with a three-inch skull fracture and a blood clot on the brain the doctors thought would take my life. At that point one of the visiting ministers, Sydney Jackson from South Africa came to see me, and laying hands on me, brought me before the Lord in prayer. I came fully awake, the blood clot, I believe, having disappeared.
The revival meeting was in full swing and I wanted to be there so I asked for my clothes. They told me I couldn’t leave but I demanded to go and they relented.
When I showed up after so many had been praying for me there was great rejoicing. The next months were not easy as there was still much healing but just being alive was a great thing.