Okay, here is just one of the several miracles God has done for me. Not that you will believe it, but it is a true event, stated as it actually happened.
I am 58 now. 20 years ago I raced stock cars for a hobby. I was pretty good at it, too. I won a lot of races, and at different tracks. As a teenager I used to find a cop on friday and saturday night. When I found one where I liked, I would light up my back tires just so he would chase me. No lie. Never got caught. I have driven from my home in Shawnee Oklahoma to Big Pine key Fla. Twice. Straight thru. 1600 miles. I have driven to many NASCAR races the same way. Never had a wreck. I said that not to brag, but to give some inkling of my ability behind the wheel.
Had a buddy call me one winter afternoon about 20 years ago. Said his IH scout wouldn't start, and me being a mechanic, would I come look at it for him? Broad daylight, cloudy, snow and ice on the roads. Okay, I said, got directions and headed that way. About halfway there I went around a tight curve on a newly paved asphalt road. Going to fast, about 40mph. The curve was iced over and when I entered it, I lost the feeling of the road. What that means is the steering wheel is transmitting nothing. I was headed for a gate post that was maybe 8 inches. Big post, and I could see it tearing heck out of the front end of my pickup. I touched the brakes and the effect was the wrong one. I turned the steering wheel and it had zero effect. It seemed like this 2 or 3 seconds was taking 5 minutes to elapse. Knowing there was nothing I could do, I said: "Lord I can do nothing. It is in your hands. Please help me."
Let me remind you, I know how to drive. I know if I am going to hit something or miss something. I had physical encounters every weekend just of that sort on the race track.
With absolutely no sensation of movement, nothing happened that was visible, and in a blink of an eye my pickup was headed to the ditch 5 feet from where it would have impacted. I went into the ditch, maintained my composure, and drove on out of it. God moved my pickup 5 feet. Just like that. Sounds preposterous, doesn't it? It happened. I was there. I was sober. I wasn't high, and I was in my right mind.
Reflecting on that event, I have come to realize that me admitting to God it was in His hands, and that I could do nothing, that surrender to His might and power was exactly what He wants from us and that is why He did what He did. In that moment I humbled myself before Him and He rewarded me.
That is proof from an eyewitness. That testimony would hold up in court. Yet you will reject it. If you heard a junkie testify on the witness stand that he saw someone pull the trigger, you would accept his testimony, but me being an honest and upright man, you will reject.