While we are traveling down the highway ...... how about reading about a family miracle that happened to one of my brothers? This happened when my family lived in Rhodesia Africa as missionaries. I was reminded of this experience recently again, and it's worth sharing. So many many things happened to all of us during our African missionary days. My parents Sam and Joyce Latta have had so many miracles in their lives - they have forgotten many of them. But they are all stored up in Heaven..... like awaiting jewels.
This experience happened in Salisbury Rhodesia during the civil war era. The war has it's own horror stories - but not to be told in this memory. There was an extreme shortage of fuel in those days and few people had cars, so most relied on the bus systems of the cities. Gas - or petrol as it is called in Africa, was sky high and those who were blessed enough to own vehicles rationed out their fuel carefully for necessary trips only. Being the missionaries, our funds were used to buy buses and provide transportation so people could come to church. (There were no bus lines at night) Here is his story ... in his words.
"I was 18 years old at the time, and it was my responsibility to drive the church bus in Salisbury Rhodesia in Southern Africa. One night after church services, I was dropping off young people in a rough part of town. As I was about to stop for a drop off, I could hear the kids start yelling not to stop, and I saw about 50 men coming towards the bus from the shadows. So, I kept going, but the road was a dead end. So, I drove to the end of the road which was about 400 yards from where the men were. The bus door was on the back of the bus. I stopped, and told the kids who were supposed to be dropped off there, to get out and run! The back door locked with a key, so I locked it.
It felt like it was taking me forever! Everything was in slow motion! I could see all those guys with machetes and bricks sprinting toward us. The kids got out and scattered like ants, and disappeared into the neighborhood.
I got back into the cab, locked the door and shifted into first. I was just shifting into second when they caught up with us. They spread out across the road in order to stop the bus. Instead of stopping, I did my best to run them over! They scattered and got out of the way, meanwhile launching their bricks, and whacking the windows with their machetes, but I got us out of there unharmed.
What had started this mob attack, was on a previous bus run, one of the young men had kicked one of the girls in the face. So, I made him ride in the front with me, separating them. I thought the incident was over. Well, it wasn't. She had gathered a huge gang of friends to capture and kill him that night. We barely escaped. Some of the kids on the bus recognized some of the gang members. So, when I got back to our mission church, I started working the phones. I called the police. I called parents. I called so many people!
Then within hours, the kids sent a message to the church. The police are after us, and since no one was hurt, please would you not prosecute us? The matter ended, and the young man turned out to be a productive citizen, and still goes to church today, 30 years later. Who knows what was the turning point for him".
All three of my brothers have miracle stories I really need to tell you about! All in good time..... there's lots of road ahead of us!
Regan has helped lots of young people over the years, and his experiences with them has had amazing results. Today he owns a thriving insurance business and we still thank God for his life and safety over that momentous night. Want to see him?
Go to this site and check out what he does now!