22nd May 2023. This is a comparitively short post – and I don’t recall the year – but it relates an incident clearly etched in my memory.
I was walking along Turl Street in Oxford. I suddenly heard a distant crashing sound, which I could not instantly locate, but something (Someone!) prompted me to jump to my left into the street. When I looked round to the spot on the pavement where I had jumped from, there lay several large shards of broken glass from a window three storeys up (I think) which had smashed. I remember looking up to see the horrified face of a man looking down through the hole. With hindsight I should have reported it, but, probably bemused, I kept on walking, and left the man counting his lucky stars, or thanking whatever god he believed in.
A few years later, when I would order my wedding suit from a tailors in that very street, it brought back the memory of this event which might have killed me or at least seriously maimed me. Again, God had a purpose in rescuing me.
Healing in Jesus' Name 