Praying Our Way Out Of A Muddy Mess

ByJudye

Praying Our Way Out Of A Muddy Mess

…..and now the rest of the story…

We left our little inn in Accra and headed for Manso-Amenfi about 8 hours inland. In the crowded little bus with some seats made from wooden slats, we crowded in and ventured forth into parts unknown to us Brunies (broonies) (that’s what we were called because we are white)… so here we go, a bus full of Brunies along with our beloved host pastor and Mary, one of our interpreters. Since it was the rainy season, rain would come down suddenly and the steam would make the non-air conditioned bus like a sauna & we would all be dripping – what a ride we had with all the sweat & laughter. How could such an uncomfortable, close-quartered ride in a rainstorm be joyous? We were about to find out. We didn’t know the driver who never said a word to anyone – Pastor said he was a Muslim. As he drove cautiously in the rainstorm on a mud road, we passed by large log trucks stuck in ditches next to the hills along the way – even they couldn’t get back on the road. As we drove around one, our bus went headlong into the ditch. There we were stuck in the mud in the rainforest with a Muslim driver who didn’t like our laughter nor our gospel songs. The driver got out and looked at the wheels and told Pastor there was no way we could maneuver our way out, even with pushing. So what did we do? We prayed & everyone started moving back & forth in the seats and just prayed “Jesus” over & over.

I KNOW angels are NOT little, feminine, wimpy, fairy-like creatures because one of them had to have miraculously picked up the back end of the bus & slide us right back onto the road – that is the only explanation possible. We felt the bus move right back onto the road & no one was outside it. It was such an awe-inspiring testimony to the Muslim driver, he gave his heart to Jesus right there. Someone had a video camera & we have it on record – our first convert in Ghana was our Muslim driver who said he wanted to serve an awesome powerful God who listened and answered prayers. Sometimes all it takes is a Christian doing what comes naturally to a Christian & praying our way out of a muddy mess & letting others see the loving, powerful Savior who can & will do amazing miracles.

I love Him.

About the author

Judye author

True southern girl, born in Birmingham, Alabama & raised in Paducah, Kentucky. Tried living in a large, northern city for a year, but eventually concluded there is no place like home. Married to the same man for 1000 years, have 3 children, 6 grandchildren and one fat, yellow tabby named Tut. Occupations include public health & physicians offices. The most enjoyable, rewarding time of my life was teaching in a Christian Academy with a wonderful staff & students of all ages. I am an avid reader & love to sketch & paint when time permits. Currently compiling my first book & I am honored to have been asked to join this blog – Heaven knows I have raised my sticky hands toward Heaven many times….My goal is to lift up the name of Jesus.