Last night Hubster and I went to a dinner at church along with eight other couples. Some of our attendees were late because they were stuck in traffic due to a bad accident. It was cold and rainy outside. Eventually everyone arrived for our dinner. Soon thereafter even more drove up as we watched a fire engine, police cars, and finally an ambulance arrive.
We peered through the rain-streaked windows as we realized the accident had been worse than a simple fender-bender. Behind the church we saw four people standing in the rain to create four corners with red lights. The Nightingale (helicopter) was coming!
With all our church people now accounted for we joined hands in a circle to say grace before the meal and to pray for the accident victim and all the fire and rescue people who were working in the elements on his behalf. Suddenly, the noise outside got louder and louder until the man praying had to raise his voice to be heard. The helicopter was right over the room we were in, shaking the walls around us.
No one outside knew what was going on inside. But I am certain God knew. I don't know what happened to the accident victim. I don't know if he'll ever know that during his dark time there were 18 people praying for him. I can only hope that if I am ever in a dark time that there will be people that care enough to pray for me.
Matthew 18:20
"For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them.”
