I was endowed with the post of First Reader at my branch church in Lagos, Nigeria, three years ago. Since then, I have been trying my best to serve in the church, even though my residence is a bit far from the church because of the traffic situation in Lagos. I have to cross a very busy express road of about eight lanes every Wednesday to attend the evening testimony meetings. I had done this for two and half years without any issues, but some time last year, as I was trying to cross the express road, I fell down in the middle of the road. When I tried to get up, I found I couldn’t.
Meanwhile, there was a very big tanker racing toward me along the very lane where I was lying down. I prayed aloud “the scientific statement of being” and knew I was not material, but spiritual (see Science and Health, p. 468). Then I felt some hands lifting me up and putting me down safely at the side of the road. I looked up and saw two gentlemen at my side. All of my personal belongings were scattered on the road. The two young men who had lifted me went back and picked up all the things that had scattered on the road. They waited and helped me cross through the second set of lanes on the express road.
They did not stop there. They asked me where I was going and how I wanted to go. When I told them I wanted to take a motor bike to get to where I was going, they told me to take any bike I liked. When I mounted the bike, I did not know that one of them was following me on another motor bike until I got to the front of the church. I wanted to pay someone for the ride, but the gentleman said, “Mama, don’t worry, I will pay him. I just wanted to make sure that you got to your destination safely.” At first, I felt so dumbfounded, but at the same time I felt cared for and protected. I could feel God’s presence and love all around me.
