We were dropping out of the sky. Five people in a twin-engine Cessna. The right engine had gone out, and then the left followed. We knew within a minute or two that we would crash. I thought of my wife and our three-month-old son. Would he grow up without a father?
I prayed that God would guide the pilot in bringing us down. Amazingly, in a way I cannot explain, a peace came over me. A sureness that we would be okay, whether we lived or died because we knew Christ.
We crashed in a rice field. Part of the left wing broke off and we belly-flopped and spun to a stop; yet we all walked away unharmed, which was a miracle for sure. But the greater miracle was to be face-to-face with death and unafraid. That meant everything.
If you were in my seat, how would you have felt? The good news is, with Jesus Christ, we can face death knowing if we live or die, we live.