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Page 6 | www.BlackSheepHDFC.org Woolbert loves to ride but prefers to visit the sick and injured in the hospital. There are 500 Woolbert toys and when they are gone we will not be making anymore. Instead, 500 "Ewestace" toys will be on the way. (Ewestace is Woolbert's hot girlfriend!) Each toy is hand numbered and sells for $13.00. • If a BSHDFC member moves, please let our office know: 951- 677-1407. If a member changes their status (re res or leaves the ministry) please let your chapter president and/or regional director know. Members are able to form a chapter once they have (a) four or more members (b) consis ng of three or more families. • Just 2 more Zone rallies for 2019: Durango, CO. September 19-22 and Texas, October 4-6. For further informa on call 951-677-1407 • Two brand new women's Members Only shirts! So , stretchy fabric and everyone is loving them! $31 long sleeve, $28 short sleeve. • By Richard Coles Thinking I had successfully mi gated the threat of a careless motorist, I pressed on. A er all, I'd been riding street bikes for 17 years (and dirt the prior 10) without any serious accidents. But that's when things got hot and heavy in an instant! A er we departed the intersec on in the same direc on, the distracted driver a empted a U-turn from the right lane, just as I was beginning to overtake him from the le . Pow!! The loud crunch of the impact was immediately followed by a surreal silence. I at once found myself floa ng over the top of his vehicle in a bizarre, slow-mo on dream sequence. First I, then my bike, danced overhead the scene, rota ng over and over again in an unrehearsed ballet of flying metal and humanity. What took only a few seconds in real me seemed to drag on for minutes in my mind. It seemed I had all the me in the world to contemplate what was happening. A flood of emo ons followed: shock, fear and finally anger at the driver and his ac ons. My luck had finally run out. But then my anger turned to God: "Why was this happening to a believer? A er all, I had finally been embracing my faith like never before." Raised in church, I rebelled in my teens. Like most people in this situa on, my faith had mostly been my parents', not my own. Throughout most of my 20s I took my own path. But I somehow knew God was always right there ready to take me back. But in recent years I was pursuing Christ like never before. I had become very involved in my church. Revival among the youth was happening in a big way. Rela onships were being mended, and stories of deliverance from sickness and addic on were now a regular occurrence. Finally the faith I had was my own, and it was growing con nuously. So as I gazed down at the deadly-looking street scene coming up to receive me, I ques oned God. I didn't ask that my life be spared---I knew it would be all over in a moment. What I wanted to know was why….why now God? I was finally just beginning to understand who God was and who I was supposed to become. "Lord, why am I about to be smashed to pieces when I might now finally be able to serve You like I have been called!?" I wanted to hear God's answer before my imminent doom. But something more amazing happened. Instead of a booming voice from the sky, I felt a sort of warm goo coa ng me, head to toe. As this stuff enveloped me, I was certain that it came straight from Him. The sensa on was like being covered in a layer of protec on that nothing could break. Like a rubber ball, I felt as if I'd bounce off anything I would hit. I have never, before or since then, felt anything like it! I knew that God was not only protec ng me, but He was reassuring me that all was in His hands. A er this realiza on, a deep sense of peace fell upon me, and I let go of my fear. Real me took over from the slow-mo on, and I fell to the ground fast and hard. Then I was knocked out. Cut to Donna, a co-worker and member of my church about to leave for work. Before leaving the house, she paused to say a prayer for her daughter-in-law, about to give birth. Donna prayed because this was the couples' second a empt. The first baby was lost in a miscarriage. As she prayed for the girl, my name suddenly popped into her head. A emp ng to ignore this odd promp ng, she tried to con nue. Yet my name persistently appeared. Donna later told me she was a li le upset that she couldn't focus on her own family situa on. But she had been a prayer warrior long enough to know it was me to put her own needs aside for a moment. So Donna prayed that God would give me guidance, strength, mercy and protec on. She asked that God give me what I needed because she didn't know those needs, only He did. A er that, relieved, she finished her prayer for the baby, then she le for work. Flying HigH