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A PRAYER MOMENT AT THE AIRFIELD

Ok, so I’m I at the airfield gate awaiting my flight to Ct. To lead a WHI retreat for war zone veterans. I get taking to the Sgt. Maj. Next to me after I thanked him for his service.
He starts telling me many stories. That’s a very good thing. He lives in a single wide in NH and his wife has been in a home with Alzheimer’s for 2 years. Please pray for Pat his wife.
So Joe tells me he is on a foot patrol in Vietnam and was taking a nap at the base of a very large tree with two body guards protecting him.
He woke up hearing a voice “get up and move” he asked his guards why they woke him up. They said they didn’t. He went back to sleep. AGAIN he was awoken with the same voice, the same tone. He told his guards to stop messing with him. He went back to sleep. He AGAIN was awoken with a much louder and urgent voice, with the same message. He got up and went to the other side of the tree. No sooner as he had taken cover an incoming mortar shell landed on the other side of the tree. He came around the tree to see a crater and the tree very badly cut up from the shrapnel.
He is, of course, an absolute believer in Jesus. He knew that three times the Lord woke him up and saved his life.
Listen my friends, to the still small voice of the Lord that sometimes is a bit louder on occasion.
Joe was a shot in my arm this morning. You never know who you are sitting next too. Entertaining angels unaware. ”
Be well, do good works and for the sake of Jesus Christ, love one another.
Fr. Nigel+

7 thoughts on “A PRAYER MOMENT AT THE AIRFIELD”

  2. Barbara Judell says:

    Thanks, great story. Prayers for peace and joy for Pat and the Sgt. Mag. May you have a wonderful WHI retreat. Blessings, Barbara J. (NY)
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  3. webleader33021 says:

    | My friend Rev David Peoples has told me several times that there are not any coincidences. There are times I have wondered if I had a blinding flash of brillance or was it our Lord speaking to me! I’m beginning to believe it was the second choice.Have a blessed Welcome Home Initative. Prayers for Pat. Preach the gospel and heal the sick. Blessings, Bill Behrens
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  5. chasley1 says:

    Thank you for sharing that with us. My last few flights I have been seated next to young people plugged in (and tuned out) to this “old lady” sharing their arm rest. I pray for them anyway! ????????Jane
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  6. Cheryl McMahon says:

    You asked for stories and I can’t find the original post. My favorite but not only was the day my 27 year old son was born.
    I felt something was wrong and that I should have gone into labor. My belly was huge and felt like I was carrying concrete. On Friday morning October 6, 1984 I went to my obstetrician. He told me if I didn’t go into labor by Monday, he would bring me in for a sonogram. I went home crying, fearful that something wasn’t right. I was uncomfortable, had a bit of a cold and decided to sleep in a recliner in our living room. No sleep would come, so I prayed and prayed all night that God would protect that baby and it wouldn’t die. At FIVE AM SATURDAY morning (unheard of hour for a doctor to call), the phone rang. It was my doctor saying he decided he didn’t want me to wait until Monday but to come in to the hospital as soon as I was ready. They would do tests.
    I just about raced to the hospital with my husband. All tests performed, my son’s little heart rate was dipping down instead of up at every contraction. There was little water in the sack and the placenta was disintegrating. A c-section performed, Kyle was born on October 7, healthy and strong 10.4 pound boy. Score of 10 on APGAR.
    Do I believe God intervened. Absolutely. I think Kyle would have been born a CP baby or died had I gone into labor on my own. Kyle is one of the kindest people I know. He is liked by everyone and today has just completed his MBA in business and is a Mechanical Engineer. Forever I am Grateful. Cheryl McMahon -Proud Mom!

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