Inside Story: Miracle on an Indian Road
Miracle on an Indian Road
By Daisy Jung
The other day my husband and I traveled to the city to buy materials for the chapel that we are constructing in a village in India. We also needed supplies for the student volunteers who were helping us share the gospel in the area.
My husband bought electrical equipment for the construction project, and I found 15 guitars for the volunteers and 100 notebooks for their classes. It was 9 p.m. when we started the three-hour drive back to the village. As my husband drove, we chatted and listened to music.
About a half hour before reaching home, a strange sound startled us.
Dadadadada. Pang!
The noise was quite loud. We were not sure what had happened. My husband stopped the car and stepped outside to investigate. A tire was flat.
When we saw the flat tire, we looked each other and laughed loudly for some time. “How many times have we had a flat tire like this?” my husband asked.
“Well, let me count,” I said. “If I include the bicycle, then it must have happened many, many times. Our life is really not boring, darling.”
We didn’t have a spare tire.
Stranded in the countryside in the middle of the night, we called Pastor Abishek for help. Music played softly in the disabled car as my husband calmly sat in the driver’s seat, waiting for the pastor. The car didn’t have a working air conditioner, and we soon began to sweat. I chased a mosquito around the car.
Suddenly lightening flashed across the dark sky, and thundered rolled. Raindrops splattered on the windows. “Honey,” I said. “This situation is quite unfortunate but funny. Life isn’t boring here in India.”
After some time, Pastor Abishek arrived to pick us up. We moved the 15 guitars, 100 notebooks, and electrical equipment into his small truck.
As we drove toward home, the pastor surprised us.
“When you called me, my cell phone was on silent mode,” he said. “Even the vibration function was turned off so I could sleep. I don’t know how it happened that I woke up at midnight and looked at my phone at the very moment that you called. I normally sleep soundly the whole night through.”
Our hearts trembled as he spoke. God had woken him in the deep of night and impressed him to check his phone. God knew that two of His children were longing for home.
By now it was raining heavily. Lightning illuminated the road, and thunder roared. But we were happy because we were going home. Thank you, Lord! Thank you, angel Abishek!
Names have been changed to protect the work of volunteers serving in a sensitive part of the world.
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What a beautiful story, God moves in mysterious ways. God Angels wake us up in the night for many reasons. In ways that we can help those who cant help themselves. Sometimes it is to pray for others who cant or dont have the strength to pray for themselves.
Thank you Jesus. Jesus is still alive and working.
Thanks for sharing my brethren.
Let me relate an experience we had some years ago.
One day we were coming back from Mexico, but our old Oldsmobile would not start. After half an hour of failed attempts the car started, and I told my wife that we would not stop until we got home, but when we were close to Temecula, California, I noticed that the gas gage was at almost empty. We stopped for gas, but the car refused to start.
We kept trying on and off for four hours. The tow truck mechanic inspected the engine and his verdict was that the timing was broken and the car would never start. We were ready to call a taxi and find a motel to spend the night. My wife asked: “Let me try one more time.” She said, “In the name of the Lord” and turned the ignition. The car started.
We got home and, and the next morning I tried to start the car to no avail. I had the car towed to the mechanic, who after looking at the engine reported to me that the timing was broken and that there was no way to get it started.
Can you explain this?
Angels are good mechanics. 🙂
Nic- God still works miracles, in his time, and how he chooses.