I was inspired to write this post because of a post I read today by Levi Thetford at:
Last week I traveled to Baltimore, Maryland for a 3-day mandatory training conference for work.
I arrived at the airport a little before 8:00 am, and didn’t eat anything except a package of crackers and tomato juice until I arrived at the hotel around 3:30 Monday afternoon. With no immediate plans, I was on my own, so my daughter suggested I walk the 4-5 blocks to Five Guys to purchase a burger and fries for an early dinner.
It seemed to take forever, even with my daughter, who was 700 miles away, trying to follow her GPS and direct me to the restaurant. When she assured me I was in the right area, I finally asked someone on the sidewalk, who told me I was at the right building and I just needed to walk upstairs to find it.
After purchasing my burger and fries, I headed back to the hotel. I hadn’t been nervous walking down to the Inner Harbor, but heading back I began to feel anxious… I tried to walk fast, but the city blocks were long and I had to cross many intersections. Finally I arrived at the hotel, took the elevator up to the 9th floor and got to my room. After getting ice from the ice machine, I settled in my room for the evening and prepared to enjoy my meal.
The next evening, after a day spent in workshops, our group headed down to the Inner Harbor to attend a dinner cruise. Much of the time there were thunderstorms, but we experienced a beautiful rainbow afterwards. From the top of the ship, we could follow the rainbow from one end, up the sky and down to the other end – how amazing the works of God! We arrived back at the dock just before 10:00 pm. This time the group didn’t return to the hotel together, but broke off into many groups. I ended up walking back alone somehow…
I now know this was more than just a little dangerous, but that thought didn’t occur to me until I was more than halfway to the hotel, when a couple of men crossed the street and followed me. Knowing I was helpless, but I serve a powerful God, I began quietly saying/singing “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus”… and I wasn’t surprised to find that the men had disappeared when I looked back a few minutes later.
When I posted a message about it on facebook, an online friend came back with, “You just gave me a heart attack! I don’t even go down there during the day anymore. It’s too dangerous!”
I thank God for His protection. I don’t think God wants us to tempt Him with going into dangerous situations, but this was something unplanned and unexpected. I am so grateful that He goes with me everywhere I go!
Two days later, I found myself in an even scarier, more dangerous situation – one that I had no control over and no way to escape!
The super shuttle was late picking me up and the last workshop was cut short because of bad weather, so things were a bit tense. There were just five passengers… the driver up front; on the middle seat was a man returning home to England after working in the states for 4 years and me (I was returning to Tennessee); in the rear was a man and his wife (she had attended the same training) who were returning to Tennessee. Just after we headed for the airport, the man sitting beside me turned around to ask the woman sitting behind him to stop making so much noise… she had pulled out a bag of snacks and it appeared the crunching sounds from her chewing and the crinkling sound from the bag and candy wrappers were aggravating him.
It is likely that everyone was already on edge, with the bad weather, the heavy traffic and the prospect of arriving too late to the airport and missing flights. Whatever it was, when the woman refused to stop, but told him to turn around and stop telling her what to do, things quickly exploded!
Immediately the situation became violent! The man sitting next to me, the woman and her husband (sitting behind us), were all shouting insults and harsh threats at each other! The only thing I could think of to do was to pray… I prayed the entire time this was going on! Finally, during a lull for a few seconds, I asked the driver how long it would take us to reach the airport. We engaged in conversation for a few minutes, then I turned to the man beside me.
I think asked him where he was headed… this is when he told me about working here and returning to England. I kept chatting with him, hoping to distract him from the couple in the rear. He was very polite to me – and apologized to me for his bad language and what had taken place. We chatted about England, Ireland, and Australia. I mentioned that I was looking forward to getting home to my family, especially my grandchildren. We didn’t stop talking until we reached the airport terminal. I wished him a safe journey home and he said the same to me.
I’m hoping that I was a Christian witness to this man. I try to be mindful of this in the way I dress (everything covered that should be covered meaning a shirt with sleeves and long skirt or dress, and even the material being modest), the way I speak (no bad language or gossip, and watch out for ungodly, negative or criticizing words), and the way I act (no flirting, haughty or argumentative attitude).
There are rude, ignorant people everywhere… no where are we safe anymore. But if we trust God in every situation – and we behave in an honorable way – I believe God will keep us safe.
Oh, that we could in all things live by faith, then should we be delivered in all time of danger! No one ever did trust in the Lord in vain, and no one ever shall.
— Charles Spurgeon
God bless you!