Many years ago my parents with their eight children were returning home from a visit at my grandparents' home across the state. Though only six years old at the time, I remember so well the near tragedy that occurred.
Because of the size of our family, we used two cars. In those days the roads were very poor, being narrow, unpaved and full of deep ruts, so my mother, a less experienced driver, drove her car behind my father's car.
After nightfall, about 50 miles from our home we encountered heavy rain and reports of several washed-out bridges ahead. Father stopped his car to walk back over a narrow bridge to direct Mother as she crossed the swollen stream. One of my older sisters followed him into the darkness. Just as she reached the narrow bridge, she stumbled and fell into the swift waters. She was able to grasp one of the bridge timbers, and clinging to it she cried out for help. With just her head above water and her hands slipping, she was truly in a desperate situation.
Above the sound of the rushing water and heavy rain my father heard her frantic cries. Following the sound of her voice he finally located her. With his strong arms he was able to pull my sister to safety.
My Christian parents felt that my sister's deliverance from drowning was a real miracle from God.
I have never forgotten that incident. But a more remarkable miracle has taken place in my own life. This is the miracle of new birth.
God the Father who gave His only Son, the Lord Jesus, to die on the cross for all who believe, showed me by the Holy Spirit that I was a sinner, and believing that the Lord Jesus had died to put my sins away, I became a child of God—I was born again. Now I am on solid ground—the Rock Christ Jesus.
"The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust." Psa. 18:22The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower. (Psalm 18:2).