I was caught between two cars in a crash and told I would never get better, but get worse.

[Lou Newton]

Back when I was in my mid 50's my daughter called me and told me that her car would not start. I drove to her sorority house and the alternator belt was broke and the battery had ran out of juice. So I drove to the parts store and picked up a belt and drove back. I had to install the belt from the bottom of her car. My head was in front of her bumper while I was reaching under her car trying to install the belt. This extreme sense of danger came over me. I felt as I should stop what I was doing. I tried to ignore it and said, just get this belt on, to myself. But the sense of danger become even stronger. It became so strong I could not think of anything else. I stood up and reached into the trunk of my car, which was right in front of her car, and picked up a 9mm handgun and loaded the magazine into it in response to the sense of danger. Suddenly there was an enormous crash and my car violently moved back into her car. I was standing in between the two cars. I remember seeing the rear bumper of my car coming together with her front bumper as my car was moved about a car length into her car. My head hit the floor of my trunk and the trunk deck tried to shut across my back. My back was hyper extended when this took place. My feet had slid across the pavement for 15 feet in a microsecond during this crash. The impact had moved her car about a car length. This means I had moved about 30 feet during this crash.

When I stood up I was shocked that my legs were not cut off from my body. I was able to walk. I looked up and six very large black men got out of the car that had hit me, I feel to physically assault us. They were all well over six feet tall. My daughter's fiancee, who was a red head, shouted out in anger to the group of men, "What the hell, are you trying to kill him". They rushed toward us ( I feel to assault us) and the Holy Spirit came over me. I walked up to the driver and said, "Jesus is coming back soon are you ready". He stopped in his tracks and his eyes got as big as saucers as the saying goes. He must have had a grandmother preaching about Jesus to him and he could hardly believe his ears. He stopped and the rest of the gang stopped. I preached to him about Jesus and he just stood there. By this time a crowd of black people from the neighborhood had gathered around my car. There were aggressive comments coming from the crowd, like it was my fault for being there, not his fault for driving into me. I told him he needed to call the police. There was a moan from the crowd and they said, no, no. He looked at me and turned around and told some woman to go call the police.The crowd moaned again. This young man was definitely the leader of this gang and whatever he said was followed.

The car they drove into me had no glass in the front windshield or the back window. It had no plates on it. The police came and they said, that I could not have been in between the cars because me legs would have been cut off. That policemen said, we just had that happen a few weeks ago. My daughter's boy friend spoke out in anger again, "It happened just as he said, we seen the whole thing". The police then took our story down and we all left after I installed the belt on my daughters car.

The next day my back and knees had a lot of pain. My back hurt so bad I had more and more trouble walking and eventually I could not walk. I had to crawl on my hands and knees around my apartment. I went to several Chiropractors and orthopedic Doctors and they did not help. The one orthopedic Doctor told me that nothing could be done to help me, I would not get better, but get worse over time. Thank The Lord Jesus, the best of men know very little, even though they think they know much. I have never written anything more true than this.

Through a chain of events I was sent to this Doctor of Chiropractic sports medicine, Dr James Sansone. The other Chiropractors spent little time with me, but would crack my back and it would hurt even worse. Dr Sansone would question me about my back every time I went there. he would then feel each bone of my back one by one. He then very carefully would manipulate my back and it would make a noise. But the difference was it would feel better not worse. I went to him everyday for maybe week. Then several times a week, then once a week, then several times a month, then once a month etc. The difference was that I go better and better, not worse. I was eventually able to walk with pain. Doc gave exercises and stretches to do and I did them many times everyday. Walking into the store after food would make the pain much worse. I learned I could not walk on concrete. So I went for walks out in the park on dirt trails. It was painful but over time the pain got less and less. Eventually I tried to jog. this was painful but I had learned the more I walked the better it got, so I would see if the more I jogged if it would get better and better. The more I jogged the better it got.

It was very clear to me that The Lord Jesus had sent me to Dr Sansone. In talking with him, he told me he was a Christian and he prayed before seeing each patient and asked Jesus to help him help this person. Jim told me that many times The Lord Jesus would tell him to do something that was not as he was trained to do. But it always worked and helped the patient. I was also praying and asking The Lord Jesus to heal me. After a few years I was able to walk and run without pain. In fact I now run a sprint workout once a week at the local High School track. I sprint every aisle of the small stadium steps in 4 secs and I sprint the steps of the large stadium in 14 seconds. I sprint a 50 and then I sprint a 100 meter dash. In between sprints I walk laps that add up to about 4 miles. I also stretch with rubber bands every workout. At the end of my workout I put my feet on top of the fence and my hands on the track and do 30 to 40 push-ups.

I do a 9 mile walk and run in the park once week and do mile repeats. I ride my bike about 25 miles once a week. I do a treadmill interval workout in which I walk, then jog then run. I run at 5 MPH, then 6, 7, then 8 MPH to warm up,. Then I run a 10 MPH interval for 60 seconds, then 12 MPH, then back to 10 with a walk to recover in between. This is the hardest workout I do.

I lift weights about 4 times week. I do pull overs with up to 305 pounds and pick up 720# to do shoulder shrugs with. I tell you these things to show you that men know little but Jesus is our Creator and He knows everything. If mechanics can not repair you car, you take it back to the manufacturer. No one knows more about Ford's than Ford. No one knows more about men than our manufacturer, and our Creator, Jesus. Jesus is able to heal you no matter what is wrong with you. Jesus can heal anything no matter how serious, no matter what Doctors have told you.

I was told by many Doctors that I would be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. Instead I am almost 77 and told that I am one of the best athletes over 70 in the area. One Doctor told me that I was in the best condition of anyone over 70 that he had ever seen in his entire medical career. The Lord Jesus makes all the difference. Trust in Jesus instead of men.

The Lord Jesus has sent many people with cancer to me over the years. He has had me pray for them and everyone of them has been healed.


Psalm 139 NIV

For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.

¹ You have searched me, Lord,
and you know me.
²You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
³ You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
⁴ Before a word is on my tongue
you, Lord, know it completely.
⁵ You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me.
⁶ Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.

⁷ Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
⁸ If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
⁹ If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
¹⁰ even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
¹¹ If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
¹² even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.

¹³ For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
¹⁴ I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
¹⁵ My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
¹⁶ Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
¹⁷ How precious to me are your thoughts,^[a] God!
How vast is the sum of them!
¹⁸ Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with you.

[redsoxmaloney]

Back when I was in my mid 50's my daughter called me and told me that her car would not start. I drove to her sorority house and the alternator belt was broke and the battery had ran out of juice. So I drove to the parts store and picked up a belt and drove back. I had to install the belt from the bottom of her car. My head was in front of her bumper while I was reaching under her car trying to install the belt. This extreme sense of danger came over me. I felt as I should stop what I was doing. I tried to ignore it and said, just get this belt on, to myself. But the sense of danger become even stronger. It became so strong I could not think of anything else. I stood up and reached into the trunk of my car, which was right in front of her car, and picked up a 9mm handgun and loaded the magazine into it in response to the sense of danger. Suddenly there was an enormous crash and my car violently moved back into her car. I was standing in between the two cars. I remember seeing the rear bumper of my car coming together with her front bumper as my car was moved about a car length into her car. My head hit the floor of my trunk and the trunk deck tried to shut across my back. My back was hyper extended when this took place. My feet had slid across the pavement for 15 feet in a microsecond during this crash. The impact had moved her car about a car length. This means I had moved about 30 feet during this crash.

When I stood up I was shocked that my legs were not cut off from my body. I was able to walk. I looked up and six very large black men got out of the car that had hit me, I feel to physically assault us. They were all well over six feet tall. My daughter's fiancee, who was a red head, shouted out in anger to the group of men, "What the hell, are you trying to kill him". They rushed toward us ( I feel to assault us) and the Holy Spirit came over me. I walked up to the driver and said, "Jesus is coming back soon are you ready". He stopped in his tracks and his eyes got as big as saucers as the saying goes. He must have had a grandmother preaching about Jesus to him and he could hardly believe his ears. He stopped and the rest of the gang stopped. I preached to him about Jesus and he just stood there. By this time a crowd of black people from the neighborhood had gathered around my car. There were aggressive comments coming from the crowd, like it was my fault for being there, not his fault for driving into me. I told him he needed to call the police. There was a moan from the crowd and they said, no, no. He looked at me and turned around and told some woman to go call the police.The crowd moaned again. This young man was definitely the leader of this gang and whatever he said was followed.

The car they drove into me had no glass in the front windshield or the back window. It had no plates on it. The police came and they said, that I could not have been in between the cars because me legs would have been cut off. That policemen said, we just had that happen a few weeks ago. My daughter's boy friend spoke out in anger again, "It happened just as he said, we seen the whole thing". The police then took our story down and we all left after I installed the belt on my daughters car.

The next day my back and knees had a lot of pain. My back hurt so bad I had more and more trouble walking and eventually I could not walk. I had to crawl on my hands and knees around my apartment. I went to several Chiropractors and orthopedic Doctors and they did not help. The one orthopedic Doctor told me that nothing could be done to help me, I would not get better, but get worse over time. Thank The Lord Jesus, the best of men know very little, even though they think they know much. I have never written anything more true than this.

Through a chain of events I was sent to this Doctor of Chiropractic sports medicine, Dr James Sansone. The other Chiropractors spent little time with me, but would crack my back and it would hurt even worse. Dr Sansone would question me about my back every time I went there. he would then feel each bone of my back one by one. He then very carefully would manipulate my back and it would make a noise. But the difference was it would feel better not worse. I went to him everyday for maybe week. Then several times a week, then once a week, then several times a month, then once a month etc. The difference was that I go better and better, not worse. I was eventually able to walk with pain. Doc gave exercises and stretches to do and I did them many times everyday. Walking into the store after food would make the pain much worse. I learned I could not walk on concrete. So I went for walks out in the park on dirt trails. It was painful but over time the pain got less and less. Eventually I tried to jog. this was painful but I had learned the more I walked the better it got, so I would see if the more I jogged if it would get better and better. The more I jogged the better it got.

It was very clear to me that The Lord Jesus had sent me to Dr Sansone. In talking with him, he told me he was a Christian and he prayed before seeing each patient and asked Jesus to help him help this person. Jim told me that many times The Lord Jesus would tell him to do something that was not as he was trained to do. But it always worked and helped the patient. I was also praying and asking The Lord Jesus to heal me. After a few years I was able to walk and run without pain. In fact I now run a sprint workout once a week at the local High School track. I sprint every aisle of the small stadium steps in 4 secs and I sprint the steps of the large stadium in 14 seconds. I sprint a 50 and then I sprint a 100 meter dash. In between sprints I walk laps that add up to about 4 miles. I also stretch with rubber bands every workout. At the end of my workout I put my feet on top of the fence and my hands on the track and do 30 to 40 push-ups.

I do a 9 mile walk and run in the park once week and do mile repeats. I ride my bike about 25 miles once a week. I do a treadmill interval workout in which I walk, then jog then run. I run at 5 MPH, then 6, 7, then 8 MPH to warm up,. Then I run a 10 MPH interval for 60 seconds, then 12 MPH, then back to 10 with a walk to recover in between. This is the hardest workout I do.

I lift weights about 4 times week. I do pull overs with up to 305 pounds and pick up 720# to do shoulder shrugs with. I tell you these things to show you that men know little but Jesus is our Creator and He knows everything. If mechanics can not repair you car, you take it back to the manufacturer. No one knows more about Ford's than Ford. No one knows more about men than our manufacturer, and our Creator, Jesus. Jesus is able to heal you no matter what is wrong with you. Jesus can heal anything no matter how serious, no matter what Doctors have told you.

I was told by many Doctors that I would be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. Instead I am almost 77 and told that I am one of the best athletes over 70 in the area. One Doctor told me that I was in the best condition of anyone over 70 that he had ever seen in his entire medical career. The Lord Jesus makes all the difference. Trust in Jesus instead of men.

The Lord Jesus has sent many people with cancer to me over the years. He has had me pray for them and everyone of them has been healed.


Psalm 139 NIV

For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.

¹ You have searched me, Lord,
and you know me.
²You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
³ You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
⁴ Before a word is on my tongue
you, Lord, know it completely.
⁵ You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me.
⁶ Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.

⁷ Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
⁸ If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
⁹ If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
¹⁰ even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
¹¹ If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
¹² even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.

¹³ For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
¹⁴ I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
¹⁵ My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
¹⁶ Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
¹⁷ How precious to me are your thoughts,^[a] God!
How vast is the sum of them!
¹⁸ Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with you.

So would not the psalm be proof that our names are written in the bible somehow? What do you think he means by formed in the depths of the earth? He mentions his mother's womb earlier. You suffered a long time before you were healed. It's like God used your suffering to reach people as much or more than the strength he returned. I never knew the part about the guy stopping in his tracks because you mentioned Jesus will be back.

[Lou Newton]

So would not the psalm be proof that our names are written in the bible somehow? What do you think he means by formed in the depths of the earth? He mentions his mother's womb earlier. You suffered a long time before you were healed. It's like God used your suffering to reach people as much or more than the strength he returned. I never knew the part about the guy stopping in his tracks because you mentioned Jesus will be back.

Hi Tom,

Thank you for your reply. The Holy Scriptures were written in Hebrew and Greek. These are the only two major languages that use the same characters for letters and numbers. The Scriptures tell us that nothing happens for coincidence. So we know that if one takes the whole of the Holy Scriptures as numbers instead of letters that God has put meaning in these numbers. In fact Ivan Panin did that and proved the Bible was written by the same God who Created the world.

The Bible also tells us that all of the names of God's people are written in the Book of Life. There is but one book of Life and that is The Holy Scriptures. So we know that our names are written in the Bible. If one understands what a mathematical function is, if a function is applied to the numbers of the Holy Scriptures a whole different story would emerge if they were then taken as letters again. There could be a different function for every person who knows Jesus. That function would then reveal that persons life story if applied to the Scriptures.

What keeps these stories hidden is no man knows the function for each person except Jesus.

What John wrote was true in John 21:

²⁵ Jesus did many other things as well. If every one of them were written down, I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written.