A mad homosexual tried to run me over with his car, two days ago, as I was walking with my “Gay Marriage is Sin / Jesus Loves You” sign.
I was on the side of the road, where there is about three feet of space to walk. It’s plenty of room and I never walk out into the highway. I saw the driver coming directly at me, toward the side of the road. At first, I thought he was just trying to scare me – a couple others have done that – so I didn’t move. But this person kept coming. When he was just a few feet in front of me, I jumped instantly and landed on my feet in the grassy incline beside the road.
Now, let me tell you how God was all over this.
First: I was amazed at the leap I made. It was as if I was 35 years old and not my current 53. No pain. I just sprang up instantly and landed softly and gracefully with both feet touching down at the same time. No stumbling. Didn’t break stride. I just kept walking.
Second: I just kept walking! That is not my natural reaction to somebody trying to kill me. My natural reaction would have been to drop the sign, turn, and run ragingly after the car until I caught the man in the parking lot or at the next red light and made him shit his pants. But I just kept walking – calmly – and holding the sign in front of me so more drivers could see it. I didn’t even turn around to look at the car.
Before going out on my walks, I pray for God to send his angels to surround me. And I’m not asking for some fat, fairy-like Cupid. I say, “God, send your mighty warrior angels – 6-feet-9 inches tall with battering rams for wings – to surround me and lead me and encourage me and fight for me and protect me and keep me calm. And God sent them and they did their job!
A mighty warrior angel lifted me up off of the side of the road when that mad homosexual tried to run me down. A mighty warrior angel set my 53-year-old bones down gracefully on the side of the road and kept me walking. And a mighty warrior angel kept me calm. I could not have done that on my own. No chance. I have a vicious, raging temper and my natural reaction would have been to use my 6-feet-4-inches and 225 pounds to catch and batter the person who tried to run me down. But I was completely calm and just kept walking, didn’t even turn around. That was God’s doing. Not mine.
I also pray some scriptures before I talk my walk, such as: “God, when people yell at me, give me the finger, or curse at me, give me the ‘Gentle response that turns away wrath’.” (Proverbs 15:1) “God make me quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to get angry.” (James 1:19)
Now, you tell me how a man with a temper so vicious that it has caused him to lose jobs and be hospitalized for bipolar disorder was able to stay calm after somebody tried to run him down with a car moving at 40 miles per hour. Answer: God.
And that’s not all that God did in this incident.
I wasn’t going to let the mad homosexual scare me out of carrying the sign that I know God has called me to carry. But I also wasn’t going to be an idiot about it. I knew that I needed to take some precautions. So, when I went out with the sign yesterday – on the same highway – I made a change. Instead of walking along the side of the road for 2 miles. I went to a spot in front of an abandoned lot and stood behind the curb and directly in front of a metal shelter at a bus stop. If somebody tries to run his car at me there, he’s going to hit the curb, miss me, and total his vehicle as it hits the metal shelter.
So, where was God in my decision to stand in front of that shelter? Well, if it hadn’t been for the mad homosexual who tried to kill me, I would have been walking the road yesterday, instead of standing in front of the shelter. And, because I was standing where I was, a young man named Nathanael stopped in the parking lot beside me, walked calmly over to me, and thanked me for carrying the sign and said, “Somebody needs to be saying this!” He said that he wants to join me on the side of the road and that he has a friend who is a printer and can make more signs. I told him to bring along more people. And he knows people who will join us – he volunteers his time to stand in front of an abortion clinic and try to turn women away from that evil and show them that they have other options.
I have prayed that God would send more men out to deliver His “Gay Marriage is Sin / Jesus Loves You” message.
The opposition to God’s message will cause God’s message to spread.
If that mad homosexual had not tried to kill me, I would not have been standing at the bus stop. I would have been walking up and down the road and Nathanael may not have seen me. The mad homosexual made it easy for Nathanael to find me, park his car, and have a conversation with me that is going to bring more people out on God’s Highway.