Long before I would receive the Lord Jesus in my life, He has been saving me. That is, saving me from destructions that I had led myself into. His eyes were pitifully upon me, as I went on with my life and choices. He knew that someday in the future, I would find my way to Him. He knew that I would later become His, so He was always there, at the sidelines.
When I was stabbed by drug addicts in 1995, I had a slim chance to live. As the surgeon worked to stop the bleeding of my wounds, sewing them up and racing against the odds, I tried to pray The Lord’s Prayer. Many times I attempted to utter it, but I couldn’t get through the first line. I was so weak and my mind had become fuzzy that I couldn’t even remember the prayer I had known all my life.
I knew then, even as I know it now, that as I vomited blood from my bleeding right lung, He was there, although I couldn’t see or feel Him.
He was always looking, even as I lost my way. And I know He had wept for me.
And when I was in Japan in 2003 on my way to the airport, I was already very sick. On the train, I could hardly focus my eyes, my throat was parched and I knew I had turned terrifyingly pale by the looks of the other passengers. Again, I remembered the Lord that He alone could help me. I prayed The Lord’s Prayer non-stop.
About two weeks after this trip, I received the Lord Jesus Christ in my life as my Lord and Savior.
So this is my comfort in my hard trials and afflictions: that if the Lord saved me from destructions even before I became His, how much more would He care and protect me now that I am His and He is mine.
He will protect His own. There’s really nothing to worry about.
This weekend, I pray that the Lord Jesus will keep and protect our unsaved loved ones and friends, even as He keeps and protects us – His very own treasured flock. Amen.
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