What’s the most crucial thing you’ve ever learnt?
That is the question of the week at David McMahon’s, Authorblog. Eight little words, and it has crowded my head with so many thoughts and memories, I can’t sort them fast enough and pin — or pen — them all down.
My first thought was: How to keep my mouth shut! But then my next thought was: No, when to speak up! That thought was followed by: Tact! But my conscience prompted, You know you haven’t really got that down yet. And so it continued …. Until God tapped me on the shoulder. Hello, he said, What about me? And all my confusion fled.
Bottom line, the most important thing I have learned in my life — the bedrock of who I am and how I tick — comes from the knowledge that I am a child of God and he loves me. For those interested, I offer my testamony:
My Personal Testimony
I was driving to work one morning minding my own worrisome business when I suddenly found myself stalled by road construction. I could not move. There were cars in front of me, cars behind me and cars to the right of me. To my left was a cement meridian, two empty lanes for west bound traffic, and a north-south side road that formed a T-intersection.
Barreling down that road was an 18-wheeler.
Time stalled. My attention focused solely on that rig. It wasnâ€™t going to stop. For a brief eternity my gaze locked with the truck driverâ€™s. I could tell that we both knew I was going to die.
As he shot into the intersection my breath caught. I closed my eyes and tightened my grip on the steering wheel. I thought of my family; my students who werenâ€™t going to have a teacher that day; my friends; and my God.
When was the last time Iâ€™d given God a thought? What part of my life held any eternal value? When I stood before him what could I possibly say to defend the life Iâ€™d lived?
Before despair could claim me I heard my soul cry out, â€œFather, I know Iâ€™m not ready, but Iâ€™m coming home. Please, please, forgive me.â€
Instantly my car filled up with so much love and so much peace and so much joy it overflowed. I was held fast in the serene embrace of God.
Slowly the intensity faded. Was I alive? I hadnâ€™t heard a crash. I felt no pain.
This world filtered back to me one sense at a time. My hands were clutching the steering wheel. The radio was playing. I could feel sunshine on my face. I opened my eyes. There, outside my driverâ€™s window was the grill of the semi, just a hair-span from my door. On the grill of the truck was a dead fly. I could see the veins in its iridescent wings.
I was alive. Alive in a way I had never been before. The joy and the peace of God still reside within me today, and the next time I find myself standing before the throne of God, I will still be unworthy, but I will remember the mercy the Lord has already showered upon this disobedient child whom he loves.
In my life, there is nothing more important than that.