Article April 4, 2005 Issue

AT A CROSSWALK ENVELOPED IN PRAYER

By Lizabeth McKibben

At another law school, I might not have told this story. But because I teach federal criminal law at a school with a faith-based mission, I've felt totally free to tell my students and faculty colleagues how God's power saved me a few months ago. And why I wholeheartedly agreed with the doctor who said that "Someone" had been looking out for me at that moment on a Minneapolis crosswalk.

I had been praying as I walked to an important meeting that morning, and stopped at a busy corner to wait for the light to change. My nine-year-old son, Liam, was suffering from yet another earache. As I walked along, I was taking a strong, silent spiritual stand for him. I asked the Father-Mother to help me understand more clearly that Liam was a child of God.

Because that was true, I knew he had to be as perfect and pain-free in his spiritual makeup as was God, his Maker. The light changed, I looked both ways, and stepped out, still praying. I rejoiced that the earaches had to be nothing in God's eyes—and was practically whistling my way across the street because of this clear inspiration—when I was struck by a car that had just turned left into my path.