Why does a miracle happen in our lives? A miracle happens so that we can understand that God is in control of the universe, and we are nothing but his creation. God is the author of the miracle! I do not remember such a person performing a miracle. A person cannot perform a miracle, a person is able to perform tricks, and tricks are deception and sleight of hand.
Despite this humans think they are all that. And unlike believers, they can be cold and judgy. When you talk to people about God, they are so arrogant that they do not want to listen to you, and they argue as if they know everything.
No I want to share with you a testimony that happened in 1994 in Sakhalin. In winter, as a rule, Sakhalin is very cold and snowy, for 5 months, but despite this, the sun shines constantly, even in winter. It makes one feel better in the dead of winter. The short day passes, the snowstorm begins and the long night is approaching, the temperature drops to minus 30 degrees Celsius.
The coldest period of the month is January and February, but the rest of it is bearable.
Although it has been such a long time since the accident happened, I remember that day as if it happened yesterday. How God miraculously saved me from an accident in which a child could have died. When I shared this story with foreigners at the missionary school in Korea, the entire audience was moved to tears. I do not remember such a case when people were not moved by this story. God touches the hearts of people through this testimony, not because it is a heartbreaking one, but God is behind the story. Therefore, it evokes a feeling of emotion and compassion on those who listen to my testimony of the living God. We have been taught at schools that there is no God, I feel like I was drugged or brain-washed or whatever they did to me. And we believed in this nonsense as the truth, unaware that all their statements were based on human lies, guesses, and assumptions. This is a figment of the imagination. No matter how hard you try, it is impossible to hide God, because he is alive and everywhere. I will testify more in detail how God miraculously got me out of a trouble that seemed hopeless and helpless.
What happened was two weeks before we had gone to Korea, the missionary asked me to help register her car at the DVM. Since she was alone, I decided to help her as much as I could. So we went to the DVM to register her car. After the car was registered, we were heading back home. Despite its cold outside, the sun was shining so much that we did not feel much cold. When I was on the way home, on a freshly cleared driveway from snow, I found that it was very slippery. At that point I never thought that in just five minutes I would have to stand in front of the boy’s father, whom I constantly spoke about God out of love. No matter how much I told him about God, and shared my testimony that God had changed my life, he laughed at me. In response, he said, show me God, then I would believe in him. Being bombarded by lots of questions, I did not know how to defend my belief..
As I was pulling up to my home, all of a sudden a boy about seven years old has stumbled into the streets straight under the wheels of a car. He jumped out of a snowdrift onto the road toward my car. At first, I got panicked and frightened than I could not help applying the brakes as hard as I could, but the car kept going and eventually hit the boy. The boy that was visible in front of my car, disappeared as though steam vanishes into thin air. What happened was, he got under the car. It turns out that he got under the wheels of a car under which he has been for a while.
Could you imagine how terrible I felt then? What would you do if you were in my shoes when you don’t know whether the boy is alive or not. All those present and witnesses of the accident thought that he was probably killed after a strong blow; he was a grandson of an elderly who was a member of our church. Think just for a moment, what would happen if the grandson of a believer of our church be killed! Probably, the grandfather would possibly say, where is God, who could not protect his servant?) He was rather encouraged when he was told about it. The following Sunday I shared my testimony at church during a special given time. All those who heard my testimony could not help crying. After this miracle, the faith of our brothers and sisters became stronger than ever before.
When the car hit the boy, the blow was so strong that I felt it myself inside the car. After the car hit him, it kept running over him by dragging him about ten meters, leaving traces of the tires behind it, and then crashed into a snowdrift. Eventually, the car stopped, getting stuck in a snowdrift. At first, the instinct for self-preservation mechanism worked out. I wanted to get out of the car as far as I could, but could not be helped because of the snow.
At that point, my mind was filled with hundreds of thoughts popping in and out in my head clouding everything. I thought this is the end of mission, and would have to be prepared for the consequences of so far unspecified crimes. Although many years have passed since this accident occurred, it still rings in my head as if it happened yesterday. I just break out in a cold sweat every time I recall a car accident. I would not wish on anyone what I have been through.
The tire size of usual cars is 130 but my car is 120. It is very low sitting position car. Since he was believed to be dead I had no mood to live, more over my heart was torn pieces, and the cats were terribly scratching at my soul. I was just sitting in the car in my head I was getting to be behind bars for the crime of killing the boy. Finally, getting out of the car by pushing the door open with my feet as hard as I could. So many people ran around me and my car that I was scared to think of the consequences that I would have to pay for the rest of my life. At some point, I turned into the center of attention of crime.
Among the crowd I noticed the boy’s father who was killing me with such ferocious, piercing eyes. Approaching me, he said, what you have done to my son, I will do the same to you. In response, I could not help bowing my head as a last criminal. I did not have courage to lift up my head in front of him. I told him do what you please. I did not care and I wanted to get rid of this anguish and pain caused by the accident.
Believe me or not unexpectedly I heard a whisper in my heart. The inner voice whispered something to me, and the inner voice was mistakenly the voice of God. As soon as I heard it I turned to the boy’s father and said:, Sergei , don’t worry , your son is alive, but he did not want to listen to me, he got hysterical and so furious that he got ready to tear me apart.
Meanwhile, a guy came up to me and said that he had seen everything had happened and that I was not to blame for this accident. I was the witness to this accident. Then he invited all those present to lift up the car. All without hesitation approached the car, including me.
At that moment, my soul was in peace and no more the cats. Being in such a situation, I learned the great truth that anxiety in soul is the absence of God, the presence of peace is the presence of God. The presence of God is the source of humans’ happiness.
To my great surprise, the car was not as heavy as it seemed to us, so we lifted up the car. While the car was being lifted, everyone was expecting to see what happened to the boy, whose father wanted to kill me. From under the car I heard a boy crying, who was in the back of the wheels. He was crawling out from under the car like helpless a little insect. Seeing with my own eyes that the boy was alive, I sighed deeply that I avoided the court. And he could not believe with his own eyes that he son was standing in front of him safe and sound. Not believing his eyes, in full view of all people, he undressed his son in order to find at least some clue to accuse me. Fortunately his son turned to be without the slightest scratches, not to mention injuries. Isn’t it miracle, is it? Neither could I believe with my own eyes that the boy was alive. He has been saved as might have been expected. I was right about the whisper in my heart. Upon seeing the miracle, tears again welled up in my eyes, tears of happiness and of joy.