Thursday, June 25, 2009

Mark 4: 35-41

It has been awhile since I last felt like blogging, and honestly, my next post would've been in August had it not been for the events that transpired last Sunday. What happened on that fateful day was nothing short of a miracle.

For some foreknowledge, the Gospel last Sunday was taken from Mark. Jesus and gang were on a boat and they were hit by a storm. Jesus commanded the wind, "Be quiet!" and the waves, "Be still!". The wind died down and there was a great calm. This left the apostles wondering, "Who is this man? Even the wind and the waves obey him!".

Anyway, back to my story. I was driving along in Durian Tunggal (it's somewhere in the outskirts of Melaka, full of winding roads, plantations, hills, typical kampung scene). To be honest, I wasn't exactly going 'slow'. There in front of me was a tight cornering and being the reckless fool that I was, I tried to negotiate the corner at some 'marvelous' speed. Little did I know that the tiny stones by the side of the road was all it took to send the car spinning out of control.

There are no words to describe what I've been through. It all happened so fast, I only remember turning the steering wheel right then left as the car spun furiously around until it finally crashed into the side of a hill, and by furiously i mean 360 degrees.

A billion things could have been different that day. Had there been an oncoming car, had my car crashed on the onter side of the road (the road had a hill on one side, and a deep ravine on the other), had I drove a higher car (I was driving a Wira, one of the lowest cars out there), had it been raining, there wouldn't be any more updates on this blog - ever.

However, despite the gravity of the incident, we all escaped unhurt and the only damage done was a broken headlamp and a slightly shifted bumper. The amazing thing was, earlier this year, back when I was still in Singapore, a close friend of mine actually dreamt of this. Of course, back then I felt it ridiculous and quickly forgot about it. Only minutes ago did it crop back into my head. Overwhelmed, I am compelled, neigh, I owe it to Him to tell this story; this story of how God saves a reckless fool so that you, too, may believe.

Who is this man? Even the winds and the waves obey Him!