From the
time she was a little girl, Christine Clark could feel God's protective hands
around her. She and her siblings were raised with Christian values in a
family where attending church and believing in God was a way of life. But
like so many, Christine fell away from the ideals she'd been taught as a
child and didn't return to them until she was thirty-five, married, and with
a family of her own. |
"Somehow
everything is new to me, all the things I've known for years," Christine
confided in her husband, Earl, one day. "I really know God now, and
everything about Him seems suddenly real." |
Her faith
became so strong that it came as no surprise to Earl when Christine formed a
group in her hometown, |
"Our
children, our marriages, our schools, and our community," she'd tell her
audiences. "All of them need our prayers." |
Christine
was aware that even agnostic scientists had been able to prove prayer changes
things, even if they couldn't explain why. Since that was the case, she was
determined to start a chain reaction of women's groups meeting for that very
purpose. |
Over the
years, with the help of many other women, prayer breakfasts began sprouting
up in other |
"If
there is any place where we need people who will pray for this country, it's
at the Capitol," Christine told her husband. |
Earl
smiled at her. He was proud of her hard work and the way in which her desire
to pray with other women had caught on around the country. "Go get 'em,
Christine," he would tell her. "Get the whole country down on their
knees." |
"Earl,
one day I want to go to |
Earl
thought a moment. "That's a long time from now and a long way from home,
dear," he said. "But you never know. Maybe one day you will have
that chance." |
The
opportunity came more than two decades later in the winter of 1977 not long
after Christine's sixtieth birthday, long after she had accepted the position
of president of the prayer group. That January, Christine was invited to
speak at the group's annual nationwide meeting in |
"You
don't care if I go, do you, Earl?" she asked, holding up the invitation
excitedly, her eyes sparkling as they hadn't done in years. |
Earl
chuckled. "Well, I guess you'll find some way to go no matter what I
say," he said. "That's a lot of travel to do by yourself, but I'm
sure you'll be fine." He paused and pointed to the telephone.
"Well, don't stand around thinking about it. Better get yourself some
plane tickets." |
One month
later Christine and four of her friends from a nearby chapter of the prayer
group left for the meeting with plans to stay four days and tour the capital.
The trip went far better than Christine ever expected. She was greatly
encouraged by the excitement among her peers to continue meeting each week
for prayer and to involve more women in the process. She was also proud of
herself for traveling so fearlessly after so many years of staying close to
home. |
"I
know I'm not a worldly traveler," she told her friends after a day of
meetings that week. "But I wasn't afraid to come here, and I have peace
about the trip home. God's brought me this far, and He'll see me back
safely." |
Christine
planned to return to |
"Is
it true about the weather, Earl?" she asked. Earl was surprised that
Christine sounded so calm, and he cleared his throat. |
"Yes,
dear," he said. "It hit last night and it looks like a bad one.
Everything's closed down. Maybe you better stay in |
"Oh,
Earl. I don't think that's necessary," she said. "I've had a great
time, but I'm ready to come home." |
Earl
sighed. "Listen, Christine, there's absolutely no movement anywhere in town.
The turnpike's closed from here to |
"Early
in the morning." |
"No,
Christine. That just won't work. You'll have to stay at least another day until
they can clear the roads." |
"Earl,
I want to come home," Christine said, her voice
confident and certain. "If my plane leaves for |
Earl shook
his head. "Don't be stubborn, Christine. It's not worth getting stuck out
there in the snow." |
"I
know that. But they won't fly into |
Saturday
morning, an hour before she needed to be at the airport, Christine called the
airlines and asked about her flight. |
"It's
not great flying conditions, but we're planning on taking off as
scheduled," an airline representative told her. |
At the
same time Christine's friends, who lived several hours from |
"You're
going to go anyway, aren't you, Christine?" her friend, Nell, asked. |
Christine nodded.
"Yes." She was quiet a moment, for the first time feeling a slight
hesitation in her resolve to get back to |
Having
prayed together as a group for several years, the women did what came
naturally to them. They formed a circle and asked God to grant safe travel to
Christine as she flew and then drove back to her hometown. |
Christine
arrived at the airport with plenty of time and was surprised to see that only
ten people were on the airplane when it took off. |
"Is
this normal?" she asked one of the flight attendants. "There's
hardly anyone on the plane." |
The woman
shook her head. "Everyone else canceled because of the weather. I guess you're
one of the brave ones." |
The pilot
announced during the flight that they would have perfect flying conditions
throughout the trip since the storm had finally ended. |
"But
you're in for a tricky drive once you land," he said. "It's twenty
degrees below zero, and there are drifts of snow ten feet high across most of
|
When the
plane landed in |
"I'm
in |
"Yes,
the turnpike's open but only one lane each way. They're still advising people
to stay off the roads," he said. "Honey, why don't you spend the
night in a motel out there and make the trip tomorrow morning." |
Christine
thought a minute. "If the turnpike is open, I want to come home, Earl.
It's only two in the afternoon, and I'll be home long before dark." |
Earl was
surprised at Christine's independence. She had never traveled much by herself
and now she was acting as confident as a veteran traveler. "You have a
good feeling about it, don't you?" |
"Yes,
Earl. The ladies and I prayed about it. I'll be fine. God will get me home
safely." |
Carefully
Christine made her way across the snow-packed parking lot to her car. She stared
at the vehicle in disbelief. There were snowdrifts around and on top of most
of the cars in the lot. But hers had no snow on it. She smiled knowingly and
climbed inside. The moment she turned the key, the car came to life. |
"As
if it had been sitting in a warm garage," she told Earl later,
"instead of standing idle for days in freezing weather." |
Rather
than worry about what conditions she might encounter on the ride home,
Christine thanked God for letting her car start so easily and began singing
hymns they had sung at the conference. She was filled with joy at the
memories she'd made and the new friendships that had blossomed as a result of
the national meeting. |
As she
exited the airport, she had to decide whether to turn right or left. Either
way would lead her to the turnpike but the distance was far shorter to turn
left. She stared toward the left and saw that snow filled the road. Then
suddenly a car came from that direction and Christine decided that the road
must be opened if that car had made it through. Carefully she turned her car
left, feeling the tires slipping beneath her. |
The route
she had chosen took her along a narrow road that was not well-traveled, and as
Christine inched along atop a foot of packed snow, she saw towering drifts on
both sides of her. As she continued she could see cars completely buried in
snow and several which had overturned into the ditch that ran the length of
the road. |
Since everything
was covered with snow, Christine became disoriented and missed turning onto
the street that would take her to the turnpike. Instead she continued
straight ahead unaware that she was traveling into a dangerously remote area.
When she had traveled nearly half a mile, she saw a mountain of snow blocking
the road ahead of her. Christine felt a twinge of frustration. The snowdrift
made it impossible to continue in that direction. The road was narrow and
bordered by snowdrifts, so Christine stopped the car and tried to imagine a
way to turn around. Looking over her shoulder there seemed to be a clear spot
on the right side of the road, so she slowly hacked into it. |
Almost
instantly the back wheels of Christine's car began spinning wildly. Although
she rarely drove in winter conditions, she knew enough to understand that she
was stuck. Her tires had lost traction with the road. She sat a moment, still
calm and certain that God would help her out of the predicament she suddenly
faced. |
She
thought about her options. She was sixty years old, and she knew she would be
unable to push her car out of the snow. She could remain inside the car with
the engine running, allowing the car's heater to keep her warm. But what if
she ran out of gasoline? And what if the road had been closed and no one
traveled that way for several days. She closed her eyes and again asked God
for his help. When she opened them, she turned and looked toward the right
where the snow still blocked the road. There, seemingly stuck in the snow,
was a car with two men inside. |
At that
instant the men climbed out of the car and walked in her direction. They wore
similar long gray coats and matching caps and as they approached her they neither
waved nor spoke. Christine glanced to her left, in the direction she had
come, and was puzzled. There had been no other cars on the road, and she
wondered how their vehicle had suddenly appeared. Then she looked again at
the two men who had nearly reached her car. |
Just then
the men stopped moving and stared at her. There was peace in there eyes, and
as they exchanged eye contact, Christine felt reassurance. Her car was still
running, but she had taken her foot off the gas pedal. At that instant her
car lurched forward, and as if it was being moved by the hands of a giant the
car slid back onto the road. Suddenly, without having touched the steering
wheel or gas pedal, Christine was facing the right direction. |
Jolted by
the sudden movement, Christine put her foot on the gas pedal and found that
the car responded with ease. She looked in her rearview mirror to see if the
men had climbed back into their car, but they were gone. There was no sign of
them or their car, and Christine felt a burst of adrenaline race through her
body. The road was just one lane because of the snow and the drift blocking
the way prevented anyone from traveling beyond it. So there was no way for
the men to get out of that area except to travel behind Christine in the same
direction she was driving. |
Instantly
Christine knew what had happened. |
"They
were angels," she muttered to herself. "Sent by God to turn me
around get me headed in the right direction." |
In her
opinion, there was no other explanation. |
Christine made
the rest of the journey without incident, and when she walked through the
front door she quickly thanked God for looking out for her. |
When she
walked into the house, Earl approached her from one of the back rooms and saw
what seemed to be an unnatural glow about his wife's face. |
"What
is it?" he asked. "Has something happened?" |
Christine
smiled warmly. "Yes, Earl. Come sit down. I have to tell you about my
miracle." |
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From: ANGELS,
MIRACLES AND ANSWERED PRAYERS. (It must have been a miracle – Everyday lives
touched by miracles) Vol 1. Kelsey Tyler. Angel encounters in everyday life
and everyday lives touched by miracles. Pag. 145-152, Guideposts. |