Rudy and I were in an accident this week when a motorcyclist suddenly turned out in front of us. Rudy turned sharply in an attempt to avoid impact, but we still hit him going 40mph. Both us in our car and the moto driver ended up in a ditch on the side of the road. To be completely transparent, I thought the moto driver was dead. It was scary and looked really bad. But I want to tell the story to speak of God’s faithfulness.
When car accidents happen in Haiti, things can get chaotic. People come from everywhere with their own version of what happened. It can get potentially dangerous for the driver of the biggest vehicle. After getting out of the car at the scene of the accident feeling disoriented and scared and unsure of what to do, a man who witnessed the accident approached me and kept repeating, “You don’t need to be scared. I saw what happened. Don’t be afraid.” He was the voice of God to me in that moment. Coincidentally, there was an off duty police officer behind us. He saw the chaos that was about to ensue and pulled us into his truck to get us away from the growing crowd. He was giving us a refuge, just like my God is to me. When I got in the truck, I looked up to see a familiar face. It was our old friend Bibi. We haven’t seen him in years, but he was there in that moment. Just seeing him brought me so much peace. He was the face of God. Our team’s bus pulled up not even 2 minutes later. Rudy put me on the bus and our team immediately took care of me. They were kind and gracious and caring towards my stubborn self. They were certainly the hands and heart of God. One of our amazing local pastors, Pastor Delcy, helped Rudy at the hospital when he took the moto driver to get checked out. Pastor brought the peace of God with him, as he does everywhere he goes. A few fellow PPM staff members drove to where we were to offer us support, to pray for us, and to help with the business that has to happen after accidents occur. That’s what it means to be in the family of God.
Somehow the three of us, Rudy, the moto driver and I, all came out of the accident with just sore necks and bruises. And that is the miracle of God.
I struggle finding other words.. My father died when a car hit him on his motorcycle two years ago. It was an accident; the driver didn’t see him. But it was an accident that ended in my dad dying too early. Hitting this man this week, seeing him fly through the air and land face down in a ditch. It hurt. Sure, the accident hurt physically, but it hurts worse in my spirit.
So that’s why I’m choosing to meditate on the many ways in which my Savior was there. On how I could hear my God in the voices of people, how I could see Him in faces. Because I serve a God who doesn’t abandon His sheep. I serve a God who comforts those who mourn. I serve a God who is close to the fatherless. Whose mercies never come to an end.
Give praise to the Lord, proclaim his name;
make known among the nations what he has done.
Sing to him, sing praise to him;
tell of all his wonderful acts.
Glory in his holy name;
let the hearts of those who seek the Lord rejoice.
Look to the Lord and his strength;
seek his face always.
Remember the wonders he has done,
his miracles, and the judgments he pronounced.