A Miracle: Saved From The Viper

 

There was a short time in my life, where we lived in Arizona. We had a small home built in a new subdivision. The boys and I enjoyed watching the workers build the houses.

Better yet, the workers told us that we could have the tiny scrap pieces of lumber if we wanted them, to make some building blocks. All we’d have to do is sand down the sharp edges.

We would walk about the construction areas in the evenings, where they had left piles of such lumber for us to go through, to see if there were any we wanted to add to our collection.

One such evening, while the sun was still up, (the workers had quit early from the extreme heat,) the boys and I went out to go scavenging.

One of my boys came upon a big pile of wood with a choice piece of lumber sitting at the very top. One of my boys climbed up and was about to reach for it, when I sensed the Holy Spirit tell me quite firmly “No!”

So I told him “No! Wait a minute…back up.”

He did. His brother did too.

Then I gingerly went and moved the piece of lumber to one side with the toe of my shoe.

Out popped a very angry young western rattlesnake.

He had been coiled up at first, but was rapidly unwinding himself and was keeping his focus on me.

I asked the Lord what to do, and He told me to have everyone back up slowly at the same time.

So I told the boys to slowly begin walking backwards, away from the snake. As they did, so did I. The rattler was so confused at seeing several different movements coming from all around him, that he didn’t know which one to strike at first. He’d move in one direction, but then swish back to another. This left it too distracted to strike out at anyone. Moments later, we had backed out of its range and out of its sight.

We were very thankful we were safe!

Later I was told by the workmen (whom I had warned about the snake, but they could not find it,) that young rattlers were the most dangerous, for they would strike out at anything, and they would often give a lethal dose of venom, for they had not yet learned to control their poison.

After that incident, I used a very long pole to make sure no snake was near the piece of wood that we wanted, and we left the pieces of wood that were up at the top of the piles alone.

There were many dangerous animals in Arizona that we ran into while we lived there. A puma, (it jumped onto the hood of the car in front of us while we were driving,) tarantulas, a Gila Monster, (they are very dangerous and look just like the plastic models one can find of them,) And a huge (over a foot round in diameter,) poisonous frog that comes up to the surface every few years or so for air. But the Lord protected us from them all.

During Hanukkah our family recalls the miracles the Lord has done for us. This was one of them.

May the Lord Jesus Christ of Nazareth bless you and yours greatly!

C. Dunamis

The Football Field

(Continued from https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2016/11/04/still-here/)

The dream begins with me running on a football field, holding a football. This in itself, surprised me, for I detest football. It was not something I would do, yet there I was, running with the ball. I had a general idea of where the end goal posts were, and I knew I was running in the right direction.

There was no one else on the field that I could see; no one from my team, and no one from the opposing team.

It was in the dead of night, extremely cold, and it was snowing so bad that at times you couldn’t see more than a foot ahead. The wind howled and blew in gusts, swirling about, making mesmerizing patterns in the air. The playing field still had the big lights on, but they seemed to struggle to cut through all the swirling depths of snow.

I suddenly realized, that I did not have to do what I was doing, so I stopped.

I looked up into the bleachers, and could see about a dozen or so people out there. I sensed there were a few more in the bleachers that were out of my line of sight, but that the rest of the fans had given up supporting the game and had gone home because of the severe weather.

I felt very cold and very alone.

Then as I looked towards the other side of the field, I saw a bus depot. I starred at it. Every now and then I could feel the warmth from its doors gust out towards my face. It looked warm and bright, cheery and good.

So I dropped the ball where I stood, and went into the bus depot.

The warmth there felt wonderful!

I sat there on one of their benches, and watched as loads of people would arrive in a bus, and then transfer themselves onto another bus that would take them on to heaven.

Oh the stories they shared were amazing! They all talked among themselves, explaining from where they had come and how they had got there. The bus driver always interacted with them, and seemed to be very happy with what he heard. There were smiles and oohs and ahs, as the people shared their stories. I listened with rapt attention, whenever a bus rolled in.

As I sat there on the bench and waited for my turn to get on the bus, I faced the football field. The door was as big as a single garage door, and was made of metal. For what seemed like ages, the door remained steadfastly open. But then one day I noticed that the door was slowly closing.

The scene upon the field never changed; every once and a while I’d feel a gust of that frigid cold weather upon my face and shiver. I’d look out into the darkness, but I could not see anyone else out there.

One day I noticed that the door had only a foot or so left to go before being fully closed. But I didn’t care. I had long ago decided never to go back out into that mess again. I had no doubt that where I was, was the best place to be.

A while later, (which seemed like many days without end,) the door finally clicked shut.

The days then seemed to extend on forever, me watching those happy revelers climb onto the bus bound for heaven, and wondering when It would be my turn to get on.

Finally, when I was beginning to wonder if it would ever be my turn, they called my name.

I walked up into the bus, expecting to be able to share my story with everyone else on the bus, but there was only one other person on that bus besides me and the bus driver, and she sat huddled down in the very back, and was unwilling to talk to me. The bus driver also refused to talk with me; he couldn’t even bring himself to look at me.

Then I realized with a pang, that he was ASHAMED of me!

As the bus began to depart from the depot, I woke up.
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1 Corinthians 9:24-27 ESV “Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one receives the prize? So run that you may obtain it. Every athlete exercises self-control in all things. They do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. So I do not run aimlessly; I do not box as one beating the air. But I discipline my body and keep it under control, lest after preaching to others I myself should be disqualified.”

Isaiah 40:31 ESV “But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.”

Matthew 24:13 ESV “But the one who endures to the end will be saved.”
TO BE CONTINUED…