London, 1976. I was on my way to the Underground station to catch a train to work, when a man stopped me and asked if I had seen anyone in the area matching my description. After showing me his International Criminal Police Organization identity card, he told me he was helping with the investigation of the current IRA bombing campaign targeting Underground stations. There had just been a bomb planted at the one nearby, he said, and a suspect matching my description had been spotted leaving the station. Now, it seemed, I was under suspicion of having planted the bomb.
My first reaction was to burst out laughing, as I am the most unlikely person ever to plant a bomb. But the man quickly gave me to understand that this was no laughing matter—that he was placing me under arrest and would be taking me to the local police station for questioning. He used every possible means to terrify me, and by now I was beginning to sense that I was in serious trouble.
But I refused to be afraid. Just the night before, a healing I'd had through prayer some 18 months earlier in which I had demonstrated my God-given power over a paralyzing fear had come to mind. As I lay there that night recollecting the healing, I felt an indescribable sense of safety. I just knew that nothing could touch me, because I am God's child, and He never made anything that could harm me.
