Damascus
Road Experience
I had been sitting on
my jail bunk, doing my daily scripture reading. I gently slid the Bible aside
and stood up. I turned toward the cement wall and peered out through the gray,
steel bars of my cell window.
The jail was located
on the top floor of an old four-story courthouse so I was provided with a
relatively unobstructed view of the city below. It was just past noon and, though it
was a cold winter's day, the sky was clear except for two small white clouds
that floated lazily along in the bright blue sky. As I stood there looking at those small
clouds, I spoke from my heart these simple, yet sincere words:
“Now God, I believe
you’re real. I don’t have any problem with that. But what I want to know is if
you’re still in awesome, supernatural power like you was in the days of the
apostles. Now if I’m being like the heathen who seek after a sign (Matt.
12:38-39) then I ask you to forgive me because I’m ignorant and don’t know any
better. Thank you God. Amen.”
After I prayed, I just stood there watching those two tiny clouds slowly drifting along. It
couldn't have been more than 30 seconds since I finished that brief prayer when
a very large, bright light suddenly appeared to the lower right side of my
peripheral vision.
It lasted only a
moment and it was gone. I glanced down in the direction from where I thought
the light had shone. It seemed to have come from directly in front of a tall
stained glass cross which was slightly recessed in a wall of a large Methodist
Church located one block to the north of the court house.
(To be continued next Wednesday)
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