Saturday, April 12, 2008

All it took was one broken latch...

and she was in the street.

Now before you start to worry that our dear little
Kyra is the "she" in the story, take heart. I'm talking about another young lady, and the story thankfully has a happy ending.

We were driving down the main neighborhood street earlier, when we noticed a young lady sitting right in the middle of the road. I asked David to pull over, and we got out to see if we could help.

As I got closer to where she was, I quickly realized several things: 1) We were right in front of a group home with disabled residents. 2) She was alone and 3) she was in danger of being hit. Although the traffic on that particular street is not extremely busy, people have been known to come flying around that corner, and she was hard to see, sitting down low on the ground.

Not knowing exactly what to do, but knowing I needed to get her out of the street, I started praying, and then slowly started to approach her. When I got close enough, I called out to her, "Honey, you need to get out of the street. It's not safe for you to sit in the middle of the road." I then continued walking toward her, all the time talking quietly and hoping that she would even let me help her.

I helped her to stand, and we got out of the street, at least temporarily.
Then things got really difficult. Her verbal skills were practically non-existent, but her sheer determination to get back into the street, not to mention extremely strong arms, was almost more than I could handle.

Still praying like crazy, I was able to keep her out of the street for the most part, until David & Kyra were able to bring out one of the caregivers from the group home. They immediately recognized her, and thanked us profusely for helping her. I said I was just glad we were there at the right place at the right time, and could help. It seems she'd been in the fenced back yard, and then had made her way out to the front with the help of a broken latch on the gate.

I'm so glad we were able to help, and that she didn't seem to be any worse for the wear. I don't know that I can say the same for her caregiver, who looked more than just a little green around the gills.

But the story doesn't end there. When we got home, I sat down to read a little bit of this great book called "90 minutes in Heaven", by Don Piper. It's a true story about a man who was in a horrific car accident, actually died, and then, in his words, "God sent him back."

I'm reading along, and I come to the following section where Don is having a conversation with the man who he believes prayed him back to life, his friend Dick Onerecker:

Don says, "Again, Dick, I want to thank you for saving my life. I obviously can't thank you enough for your faithfulness in obeying God that rainy day."

"It was what anybody would have done," he said..."I just knew I had to pray for you. I could only think that you were hurt, and I wanted to make you feel better. I didn't do anything unusual."

"But you did. When the officer told you I was already dead----"

"Listen to me, Don. If you saw a little kid run out in the street, you'd dash out there and try to save that child's life. Human nature is like that. We try to preserve life, and I will do that any time I get the opportunity. So would you....Yet here we are sitting in this place (they were in a restaurant), surrounded by people, many of whom are probably lost and going to hell, and we won't say a word about how they can have eternal life. Something is wrong with us."

"You're absolutely right," I said. "We're willing to save someone in a visible crisis, but a lot of folks are in spiritual crisis and we don't say a word about how they can get out of it."

Talk about being convicted. Here I had just lived this very scenario, and yet how many others did I pass today that were in eternal crisis, and I didn't say a word?

Going forward, my hope is to be like Don & his friend Dick who, as a result of their experiences, vowed with boldness, to be on the lookout for opportunities to talk about Jesus and His saving love.

Blessings friends!


Stephanie said...

Powerful post, Kristin. I have goosebumps! Thanks for sharing.

Melinda said...

I love the connection that you made with the book and the little child situation! BTW, I am reading the same book!

d said...

a bit lighter- but she left out the part about us finally getting to the store to buy charcoal to make dinner... only to find neither of us had wallets!

Janet Fraser said...

wow great post and connection... thanks for your note on my blog today too.