Years ago I had a motorcycle that I would ride often. One particular day I had quite an experience.
I had friends that lived six miles away from the little town in Illinois where I was living at that time. I went for a visit and had a great time as usual. On the way home I had an impression to watch out ahead. Here I was peacefully riding the motorcycle and here is this alarm in my spirit. I looked ahead yet couldnít see anything that would be a danger. I didnít reduce speed as I was actually going the speed limit. Then, all of the sudden I saw a dead dog in the middle of my lane. By the time I saw the dog it was too late. My front tire hit the dog and I went airborne. The back tire never hit the dog. The motorcycle was weaving back and forth in mid air and I had no control over where it was going to go. I saw approaching cars and thought Iím in trouble here. I wasnít sure that I was going to live through this one. I got a surprise.
All the sudden the motorcycle quit weaving and landed gently on the pavement at 55 miles per hour. I rode on into town and then just stopped and parked. I got off the bike and shook once I had realized what had really happened. I looked at the front fork (the part that holds the front wheel on and has shock absorbers of sort for those unfamiliar with what a fork is) and noticed that it had collapsed further than ever as I saw the clean spot on the metal. I canít prove it, nor did I see anyone or thing, but I knew that God had protected me by either sending an angel or just intercepting me in my dilemma. Either way, I know that God did intervene in some way or I donít believe that I would be here today to write this.
I sure learned a great lesson that day also. When the Holy Spirit puts a word of caution in me, I will listen next time.