“For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.” – Romans 10:13
Over the course of my life there have been some special days
where the presence of God was made real to me in a very dramatic way. I want to
share one of those.
Back in 1976-77 I was working with Youth With A Mission in
American Samoa. During my first year there, an opportunity arose for me to
visit one of the outlying islands of the Samoa chain. This island was in the
Manu’a group, and I believe it was the island of Ta’u. My purpose for going was
to show a film about the life of Jesus.
I left Pago Pago harbor on a small inter-island passenger
boat and traveled overnight to Ta’u. Upon arrival, a group of about 10 burly
Samoans rowed through the surf to meet our ship in a large wooden lifeboat. To
get into the lifeboat I had to wait for the right moment. When a swell came
through, the smaller boat rose up about even with the deck of the passenger
ship and I stepped across into the lifeboat. The swell passed and we sank 15
feet below the deck. The Samoan crew skillfully navigated us through an “ava,” (cut
in the reef), and we rode the surf right into the shore.
My hosts showed me to my room, a nice little house right
near the beach. The only other memory I have of the house was that I was
greeted in the bathroom sink by a large cane spider. Arrrggghhhhh!
That afternoon I walked down to the empty, pristine white
beach. Leaving my colorful lavalava and rubber flip flops in the sand, I waded
into the warm Pacific waters.
I am an Idaho boy. I didn’t grow up near the ocean. At the
time I knew little about the sea or the ways of it. I was unaware of the rip
tide at the beach on Ta’u.
After swimming out about 30 yards, I treaded water for a few
minutes, enjoying the beauty of the island, the beach, and the sea.
Deciding to return, I did a few strokes and then looked at
the beach to gauge my progress. It was not closer. I tried again. Still no
progress. Then I began to swim with all my might. A minute later, I checked and
realized, I could not get back in!
At that point, an inner voice said, “Don’t panic.” I remember rolling onto my back, just floating and
thinking. What should I do? A minute later I decided to roll over again and swim
once more.
As I rolled over I had a clear inner impression. “Whosoever shall call upon the name of the
Lord shall be saved.” In the midst of rolling over to swim, I said out
loud, “Jesus!” I then swam 4 or 5
strokes. I opened my eyes under the 20 foot deep water. I saw a coral head
coming up from the bottom to a much more shallow depth. With very little effort
I put my feet down on it. Far from the beach, I was standing on a coral head in
20 feet of water! It was neck deep but I was standing. I looked into the water
again and saw another coral head a few feet toward the beach. I leaped/floated/swam
toward it, and put my feet down on it.
In that way I basically walked into the shore.
When I got there, no one was around. I wrapped on my lavalava
and put on my flip flops. No one knew what happened. But I did. God saved me
that day. I will never forget it.
