The Power in Jesus’ Name!

November 18, 2013. A date branded into my mind and spiritual fabric. I awoke wondering what to wear to the university that afternoon.

Considering my options, I was prompted to wear navy blue.

Deciding on beige, I took the outfit from the closet.

A “nag” began about the blue suit, but I argued internally that it didn’t match my upbeat mood. However, I departed in navy blue, trying to make sense of the persistent “nag.” Journeying home later that day was uneventful until my car started sputtering on a dark, lonely, dangerous road. Losing power, it finally stopped and refused to restart. A few SOS calls found no one readily available.

I then remembered having the number for a tire shop about a minute away. The operator said that he would come immediately.

Seven minutes into waiting, I heard a rustle.

It was not the breeze. I quickly put my keys into the door pocket, stuffed my purse under my seat, and hid my mobile phone on the seat under my leg.

My heart palpitated, and I could only whisper, “Jesus!” as one intruder went to the back seat, and the other sat beside me, making demands and threats, weapon aimed toward my head. I convinced them of my occupation with the manila exam packages on the back seat. But I could only be seen properly with headlights from the very few passing vehicles. Color me navy blue! The intruders almost hurt themselves trying to escape unnoticed when my help arrived. His apology didn’t matter, but his timely presence certainly did—I was unharmed! Then without hesitation, my car engine started when he told me to try! Two days later, my testimony at church about the experience inspired the congregation to encircle me, clapping, dancing, and singing this truth, “What a mighty God we serve!”*

Cloreth S. Greene