By Jingxun, United States
My whole family members believe in the Lord and have enjoyed so much grace of Him. And the thing that I am most grateful for is the Lord’s protecting my husband when he suffered the assault of hit men.
At that time, I ran a store. And a friend of my husband wanted to contract for a fishpond filling project. Due to the lack of money, he asked my husband for help, and then they went into partnership. At that time, there were some others competing for this project, yet they all failed and finally my husband and his friend succeeded in their bid for the project.
One day, it was burning hot, and the business was not busy, so I read the Bible in the store. At noon, however, I felt uneasy all of a sudden, feeling as if something serious would take place. I immediately prayed to the Lord, “Oh Lord, now I feel unsafe. It is as if something horrible will happen. Oh Lord, all is in your hand. May you bless us and keep us from bad things. I pray in the name of the Lord Jesus. Amen!” After praying, I felt peaceful in mind. Yet, in the afternoon and evening the feeling of fear came over me several times, and every time I would pray to the Lord, and after that I could gain some peace. Fortunately, nothing had happened on the day, and I went to bed early that night.
About one o’clock in the next morning, my husband came back home. Hardly had he come into the yard when he suffered the attack of four thugs sent by a gang leader, who failed in the competition for the project. Each of the four took a machete with face covered. Seeing this, my husband stepped backward by instinct, but fell down by stumbling over a stone. Then the four thugs took the chance to haggle at his back, arms, and legs. My husband yelled out, “Help! Help!” Hearing his yell, a neighbor ran out of his home, and at the sight of the situation he immediately called out loudly for help. Seeing this, those thugs ran away.
Hearing the shouts outside, I didn’t know what happened. As I went out, the neighbor told me that my husband had been attacked. Strange to say, I was quite calm within at that moment. As my husband had gone to the hospital for an examination, I didn’t see him. Worried about his condition, I called him. And he told me he was OK, and asked me not to worry about him. Later, he went to the police station to report the case, and went back home at three. When I checked out his wounds, I saw there were six red marks on his back, which were kind of swollen, but the skin remained unbroken. There was a groove on the bone of his arm with the muscle transected, which was so deep that you could put a finger into it, and one of his shins was also deeply cut, but miraculously the skin wasn’t broken. He told me that the doctor found it so inconceivable when seeing his wounds, saying, “It is really a miracle. Your bones aren’t broken with such deep cuts. If it were someone else, he could have been dead or at least paralyzed. How lucky you are!” And all our neighbors were also astonished: “Miracle, it’s a miracle!” “God really exists!” “It is so good to believe in Jesus.” Then I thought of the psalms of David, “Sing to Jehovah, O you saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness. For his anger endures but a moment; in his favor is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning” (Psalms 30:4-5). “You have turned for me my mourning into dancing: you have put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness” (Psalms 30:11). I was so grateful that the Lord blessed my husband, and later he often bore witness to the wonderful deeds of the Lord.
Later, I learned that it was the gang leader that planned this attack to kill my husband so that no one would compete against him for the project. However, the Lord kept my husband safe from danger. Thank the Lord! Afterward, the Lord aroused a distant relative, who had relationship with police and gangs, to deal with the problem. In the end, the gang leader spent ten thousand yuan dining my husband as an apology, and they achieved reconciliation.
Every time I thought of the Lord’s grace, I would sing, “Jehovah is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me to lie down in green pastures: he leads me beside the still waters. He restores my soul: he leads me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yes, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for you are with me; your rod and your staff they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies: you anoint my head with oil; my cup runs over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of Jehovah for ever” (Psalms 23:1-6).