FOR SPECIAL PURPOSE
“For He shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways”. Psalm 91:11
That’s right! I have been snatched from the morgue. Each day we are being continually snatched from the morgues of sin and shame, of accident and death or even a job, for a special purpose. I was 17 years of age, a college sophomore and stood near the college gate, hoping for a ride to the nearby town. Along came the Greek Professor. I thumbed him up, hopped in, and away we went. As we turned the corner, the door flew open and out I flew. During that time between flying out of the car and before I crashed into the pavement, my life passed before me—an eternity—faces of friends, parents and favorite desserts flitted by. I saw the funeral, my weeping parents, and then it happened. I struck the pavement, hard, and forceful, just managing to jerk my head up at the last moment, when my ankle twisted around 360 degrees—I got up, collapsed—the crowd was around now, as the same car sped with me to the hospital. Doctors whispered; Dad arrived, white-faced, having heard that his eldest son had died. Between the sheets, I heard whispering— “third degree Potts fracture of the ankle—won’t walk again”. How dare they? I came out on crutches and for six months, learned to walk again, so I chose deliberately to become a colporteur I walked and walked to sell books and I did for 3 summers, and walked and sold more books to attend school. See that slight limp? It’s a victory limp.
The next near-morgue experience came at 35 when I was president of an Adventist college. I was driving some visitors from the higher church organizations to the capital city of Jamaica, Kingston. The car eased down out of the hills of Mandeville, onto the plains of Clarendon, rolling along at 70 miles per hour. Then it happened again—this time, a huge pile of gravel in my lane. No problem, I would go around it, and to my unspeakable horror, in the other lane, a huge sugar-truck appeared. I had to decide whether to hit the truck or the gravel. Again my life passed before me—wife, children, Bible texts. You guessed it—the car struck the gravel at 50 miles per hour, catapulted upward, spun around, then fell to earth upside down. I could hear the pitter-patter of feet as village people ran toward us. “Oh God, they dead, they dead”. I squeezed out, upside down, brushed off, and asked for the food that I was carrying”. I headed back to the college, went to my house, then got a ride to the college. No one in sight at either place. They had all gotten the news, and went to the morgue. I had been snatched again. At that moment, I knelt, gave my life over again to Jesus. I’d been snatched again for a purpose. What about you? God snatches you daily, without your even realizing it. Don’t be discouraged, dissuaded, distracted, disgusted, deterred or defeated. You’re here for a specific purpose. That’s why I work and live for Jesus daily. How could I do less after being snatched, not once, but twice? What about you today? You’ve been snatched? Then give God the glory. That body snatcher won’t make it because God is doing great things in our lives daily. https://youtu.be/P72s2uR8JUg