Testimony of Healing December 16, 1996 Issue

Early one Saturday morning, I was about two thirds of the way...

Eric D. Nelson

Early one Saturday morning, I was about two thirds of the way through a fifty-mile bicycle ride through some beautiful coastal mountains near my home. The highway I was riding along is notorious for fast-moving and careless drivers. Nevertheless, it's one of my favorite rides, which I've taken more than a dozen times.

As I was nearing the crest of a hill, a large car, traveling about fifty miles per hour, hit the side of my bike. In the instant that followed I could tell that not only my bike but the entire left side of my body had been hit. I wobbled into traffic, narrowly avoiding being hit head-on by an oncoming car. My feet were firmly clipped onto the pedals, but I was able to make my way to the side of the road and unclip them.

I must admit that there was a moment of intense fear. But the fear was quickly replaced by an immediate, tangible sense of God's presence. Before looking at my bike or my body to assess any damage that might have been done, I closed my eyes and declared out loud that I was God's perfect, unharmed, untouched reflection. In that brief instant I turned with all my heart, all my effort, to listen (another word for pray) only to what God was revealing to me about His child. I could literally feel God's presence surrounding me at that very moment.

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