The Power behind the Scriptures

The power behind scripture

I had recently received the baptism in the Holy Spirit. It was the morning of my first day on a new welding job in a factory. I prayed in the Spirit with much intensity with an unusual unction. I somehow felt that this day would be different.

The welding job went well for hours. I was welding on steel bridge girders, 40 feet long, several tons, and about 4 feet high.

I was given about 5 minutes instruction about how to run the hoist. When done welding I was supposed to move the girder over in front of the door so the cranes could get it. I hooked the hoist hooks up to the girder and moved it. Unknown to me, one of the far hooks swung back on to the girder and latched. When I hit the up button the hoist brought the entire girder toward me. I backed up but there was a pile of scrap metal behind me that stopped me from getting out of the way. The girder came with full force on my leg scissored with the scrap metal. I nearly fainted. The crew got the crane in and pulled it off of me. I recovered a bit and began to pray, not for me but for my mother and loved ones so they wouldn’t be so upset. I felt the joy of the Lord, almost felt drunk. I smiled at the staring, bewildered workers as they carried me out on the stretcher into an ambulance.

At the emergency room the nurse told me I would lose my leg, it was a mess. She claimed the bones were sticking out. I never looked at it.

In the X-ray room I joked around with one of the technicians, she was from my high school. She told me how bad it looked and I quoted a scripture at her,,

“Many are the afflictions of the righteous: But the LORD delivereth him out of them all.”

‭‭Psalm‬ ‭34:19‬ ‭KJV‬‬

I was a new Christian and didn’t know this was a Messianic scripture. I claimed it because He made me righteous. I did not see the very next scripture until later:

“He keepeth all his bones: Not one of them is broken.”

‭‭Psalm‬ ‭34:20‬ ‭KJV‬‬

The gift of faith was placed in my heart that morning through prayer in the Spirit. I did not have one concern for myself, I didn’t care how it turned out. “One legged preacher” I thought, not a big deal. My prayers were for others.

When I returned to the ER the doc told me my leg wasn’t broken, all it has was a small chip. I asked him if it wasn’t a miracle. He said it was. The ER nurse who was sure I would lose the leg was silent. A far cry from,”You’re going to lose that leg!” It also caved in my muscle permanently as seen in the picture. The doc wrapped it up and sent me home. It has never given me a problem, I just smile when I look at it and think, “Thank you, God!”

That day a big box of books from a preacher showed up in the mail. I spent the next month convalescing from the sore muscles and reading book after book and the Bible. I got paid for it.

Was my leg healed at X-ray, on the down back to the ER, or wherever? I don’t know. I am just so grateful that God honored the scripture my faith latched on to even though it primarily referred to Jesus, the Messiah. His Word created the universe, it surely can heal the leg of a clumsy welder…🤨😆❤️