And, as ever, a have to admit there is always a chance that God does exist. And IF God exists in some form even vaguely like the description of him promulgated by one religion or another, it would be the single most important fact of reality and something I would definitely want to understand as deeply as possible.
I am reminded of a movie called Arthur that was out in the early 80's. It was about an alcoholic millionaire. He had to straighten his life out or his family was
going to take his money away.
There is a scene in the movie where he is alone on a yacht about 5 miles from the shore. The yacht blows up and throws him in the water (unharmed somehow)
and he has to swim to the beach. As he is swimming to the beach, he makes a lot of little promises.... God, if I can just make it to the shore, I'll dedicate my life to you.
He swims a mile or two more... he is really tired now... God if you just help me make it through this, I'll give up drinking and join a monastery. Finally he is about a
hundred yards from the shore, but he is so exhausted. God... just help me to the shore and I'll do anything for you. Anything at all.
After he makes it to the shore, he lies there exhausted for a few minutes, then he looks skyward and says... "God I sure am glad I didn't need you after-all!"
For some reason most of the audience laughs at this point. I think it's this way all of the time for all of us. I don't know how old you are, but as you get older and
look back at your life... How did I make through this persons death. How did I make it through that divorce? How did I survive that motorcycle accident? How did
I come up with the finances to pay this debt off on time? How did that cancer disappear? We've all had hard times. I suspect you've had a few yourself.
I suppose for me... it might be possible to explain away some of these things as random chance, coincidence, medical help... but certainly not all of them are
really explainable. For me.. as a believer.. it's hard to look back and NOT see God in the hard places. Maybe I'll share a testimony about this later.
But if we're not looking Him... then everything that happens.... is explainable one way or another... if we don't believe in Him.. we will never see Him even
though He is everywhere... all around us in everything we do... and for some of us... everything we do.
My wife had stage 4 cancer.. (true story) it's gone now. Coincidence? That sounds like Christian mumbo-jumbo. Maybe but it's a documented medical fact she had the cancer
and it's gone now. No chemo, no radiation. Explain it away if you want to.
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Here is my story. I've never told this story on TalkJesus before. But maybe it's time. Maybe you're the reason?
Friday the 13th (no I'm not superstitious) 2013. 9/13/13 I was riding a motorcycle to work. I girl driving a pickup truck and texting ran over me.
Literally. Broke my motorcycle in half. Broke 33 bones. Both arms, both legs (one in two places) , shattered my left wrist (I am left handed) broke my pelvis, my sternum
and six ribs. I had internal bleeding and my spleen was ruptured. My bladder also had heavy internal bleeding. I was unconscious for 10 days.
Let me back up a little bit. 5 years earlier my wife left me while I was in the hospital. 3 years earlier my (current) wife lost her husband to MS.
She is wondering if she is going to lose her second husband in less than 3 years.
I finally regain consciousness... but I am heavily drugged and having
paranoia and hallucinations. When I was hit I lost 2 liters of blood (I only have about 6 total) It just so happened by coincidence that an EMT was two cars behind me.
He just got off duty and saw the accident. He patched me up before the (helicopter) ambulance arrived.
I don't know what kind of city you live in... but where I live it takes about an hour to get to the nearest trauma hospital. At 7:30am during rush hour, that can be two hours.
It just so happens that a care flight helicopter was returning from a run. They also saw the accident. I was at the hospital in less than 12 minutes. Another "coincidence".
I miss my birthday that year. It was the second day I was unconscious. Both my wife came to the hospital everyday and prayed for me. many people from my church came.
I didn't even know it (I was unconscious)
I spent another 5 days in ICU. I was in the hospital over two months. I didn't walk for 5 months. I required about a dozen surgeries. But and wife learned some things
about each other... and about God. I didn't die... and she didn't leave me. I guess God knew what we needed, or maybe it was just coincidence?
I was moved to general recovery. I was there 6 weeks. I couldn't even feed myself. Casts on both arms past my fingers. My wife fed me everyday. I couldn't even use
the restroom by myself. Talk about true love. There are somethings a spouse will for you that no one else ever will. The nurses took over at night, but it wasn't the same.
I got to know some of the nurses pretty good. 3 got saved while I was in the hospital. Two others were asking to pray for their kids to get jobs and their marriages.
The one who's son needed a job... got one. The one who's marriage was in trouble reconciled with the husband. I suppose they were coincidences also?
People from the church continued to come visit me in the hospital. I told them I would be back at church one day.
When they took me home... I still couldn't walk. I still couldn't feed myself. I hadn't stood up in over two months. They've done studies on college athletes. They make them lie
in a bed for two months, and then get up to walk. But they can't, the muscles atrophy. It's the same with astronauts in space. The usually spend a day or two in a pool
to get used to the weight.
I had a wheelchair. But even getting into that was an adventure. I had something called a slider board. I was supposed to put one end on the bed, and the other end
on the wheel chair and "slide" across the board to the other end. Easier said than done when you have no functioning arms or legs. Thank God for a helpful wife.
On the day I finally stood up for the first time... It was the hardest thing I ever did. I had to hold onto a dresser to try to pull myself up.
I strained very hard.. but I finally stood up.... for about 10 seconds. I was exhausted and sat back down. I did this a couple of times a day for about a week until got where i could
stand for about 5 minutes. Then I got a walker and I had to learn how to walk all over again. I was in my mid 50's. Not a spring chicken anymore.
About this time my insurance quit covering physical therapy. I was on my own. ...except..... two of the physical therapists kept coming for free. (they said they had never done that before in 20 years). They weren't getting paid. But they made sure I could at least get around with my walker. ... another coincidence I suppose....
I finally got a couple of casts off. I could feed myself. I could even "butt-scoot" up the stairs now. I had been living in one room for 6 weeks now (not to mention the hospital
room before for 8 weeks). I finally took my first shower. The first in 3 and half months. It was so wonderful I cried through the first five minutes.
My first Sunday back at church, we were a little late. The worship singing had already started. That was OK with me... I was hoping to "sneak in" the back. ... bad plan...
The pastor walks up on the platform. stops the worship service and announces I am here. The whole church turns around and starts clapping. People are crying, coming up to me
and hugging me, shaking my hand (the good one) and telling me they have been praying for me. (I know they aren't lying). Talk about feeling loved. ... maybe another coincidence?
Did I mention my hospital bill was 1.7 million US dollars at this time? My credit was going downhill in a hurry.
My "catastrophic insurance" coverage was used up the first week I was in the hospital. So much for Obamacare.
I finally start visiting a pediatric doctor for my broken legs and broken arms. They tell me that a bone usually will heal in 6 to 8 weeks. If you break two bones,
it takes longer because the nutrients now have to go to two different places. If you break 33 bones... it takes... well... a long time. I might not walk for 4 more months.
Two days before Christmas I walk into the doctors office with no cane, no walker and no help from my wife. (she is watching). The doctors call all of his interns in
and makes me walk back and forth in front of them. He says I don't have to come back... another coincidence?
I am out of time... to be continued.