God's Power in Action

July 21, 2007

by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

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God has a way of allowing us to be in the right place at the right

time.

I was walking down a dimly lit street late one evening when I heard

muffled screams coming from behind a clump of bushes. Alarmed, I

slowed down to listen, and panicked when I realized that what I was

hearing were the unmistakable sounds of a struggle: heavy grunting,

frantic scuffling, and tearing of fabric.

Only yards from where I stood, a woman was being attacked. Should I

get involved? I was frightened for my own safety, and cursed myself

for having suddenly decided to take a new route home that night. What

if I became another statistic? Shouldn't I just run to the nearest

phone and call the police?

Although it seemed an eternity, the deliberations in my head had

taken only seconds, but already the girl's cries were growing weaker.

I knew I had to act fast. How could I walk away from this? No, I

finally resolved, I could not turn my back on the fate of this

unknown woman, even if it meant risking my own life.

I am not a brave man, nor am I athletic. I don't know where I found

the moral courage and physical strength -- but once I had finally

resolved to help the girl, I became strangely transformed. I ran

behind the bushes and pulled the assailant off the woman. Grappling,

we fell to the ground, where we wrestled for a few minutes until the

attacker jumped up and escaped.

Panting hard, I scrambled upright and approached the girl, who was

crouched behind a tree, sobbing. In the darkness, I could barely see

her outline, but I could certainly sense her trembling shock. Not

wanting to frighten her further, I at first spoke to her from a

distance. " It's okay, " I said soothingly. " The man ran away. You're

safe now. " There was a long pause and then I heard the words, uttered

in wonder, in amazement. " Dad, is that you? " And then, from behind

the tree, out stepped my youngest daughter, .

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