Dead Man Walking
No, this isn’t a belated Halloween post. It’s actually about how I was almost killed earlier this week.
It’s not the first time I’ve almost been killed. In fact, the truth of the matter is that I should be dead multiple times over. Usually my near death experiences resulted from taking foolish chances and making foolish decisions when I was much younger and convinced I was invincible.
Sometimes though the unthinkable nearly came about through simple circumstances. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or at least seemingly so from a human point of view.
It’s not hyperbole to state that I should have been killed a number of times; it’s a simple fact. Which is why I refer to myself as a “dead man walking.” I should be dead, but I’m still walking. And the only reason I am is because the Lord intervened every time.
The latest incident happened earlier this week in my father’s woods.
Now there is some risk inherent to that woodlot. Like other stands of trees around the Midwest, the once-abundant ash trees that filled it have been devastated by the emerald ash borer, an invasive beetle from Eastern Asia. Left in the beetles’ wake are the ash tree carcasses and scattered “widow-makers” – fallen trees hung up in the branches of other trees. On a particularly windy day last deer season, I heard an entire tree collapse and crash to the woods floor – which was a bit unnerving, even if fairly distant from me.
Nevertheless, I love those woods and love being in them. I don’t feel threatened there, though I make a point to always be aware of where I am and what is around me … especially on windy days. I deer hunt there, and thoroughly enjoy clearing trails and prepping my blinds in advance of another season.
I was busying myself in those woods this past Monday when I brushed past a 10-foot-tall tree trunk, broken off at the top. (When I say “brushed,” I don’t mean banged or bumped; I mean barely touched.)
Initially I didn’t hear anything, see anything or sense anything; the dead tree after all was now behind me. The next instant the entire trunk toppled down beside me with an explosive THWUMP! It collapsed so close to me that it brushed my arm on the way down!
I jumped in astonishment, wondering what had happened. Then, as the reality dawned on me, I sent up a stunned prayer of thanks to the Lord. I never would have known what hit me.
Afterwards, I inspected the log. It was over a foot in diameter and quite solid. (See the picture above.) It had simply rotted off at ground level. If it would have fallen on me, it would have leveled me to the ground.
Perhaps I wouldn’t have died. But I very well might have. At the least, I know it is very likely that I would have sustained significant injury. (I have thanked God repeatedly that I didn’t have to find out any of those specifics!)
But I walked away unscathed – a dead man walking yet again – because the Lord protected me one more time.
I know of multiple times I should have “bought it.” I also know there are many multiples more of which I am completely oblivious. I’m convinced that when the Lord brings us to heaven and we know all (1 Cor. 13:12), we will be absolutely astounded at how often and even radically God intervened in our lives and kept harm away.
David had it right when he wrote, “But you, Lord, are a shield around me …” (Psalm 3:3).
No harm reaches you or me when the Lord is shielding us! Embrace that concept; it is profound! Profoundly significant and profoundly comforting. And what does reach us is allowed by God for his own all-knowing and loving reasons (Romans 8:28). Also profound!
When God recognizes it is the right time, he will call us home to him in heaven. And perhaps it will be through a tragic incident. But it won’t happen a second sooner or in a different manner than he intends; we are shielded.
Until then, I will continue to be a dead man walking. And so will you.
Consequently, this dead man walking will dance through his life in constant praise of the One who graciously extends my days. I invite you to join me in that joyful dance, for God graciously extends your days too!
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Psalm 138:7
Though I walk in the midst of trouble, you preserve my life. … With your right hand you save me.
Psalm 18:1-2
I love you, Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
Deuteronomy 31:8
The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.”
Psalm 46:1-3, 7
God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging. … The Lord Almighty is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress.
Psalm 121
I lift up my eyes to the mountains — where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. He will not let your foot slip — he who watches over you will not slumber; indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord watches over you — the Lord is your shade at your right hand; the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord will keep you from all harm — he will watch over your life; the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.
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