When You Can Walk on Water, Take the Boat - Webs

eath. But then again, didn’t Gideon take me to other places
and times? Surely, the one who called himself God could do
the same.
Suddenly, there was a movement in the tall grass to
my right. My previous trips to the Serengeti plains had been
taken using more conventional fare such as airplanes, enclosed
jeeps and native guides. This time I was all alone except
for the wildlife around me. Then there was a rustling
sound. A chill went down my spine. I turned around to find,
facing me, not more than thirty paces away, the largest,
black-mane lion I'd ever seen.
It stared at me through fiery eyes that froze the very
marrow in my bones. He crouched ready to spring and I knew,
without a doubt, that this situation was not conducive to longevity.
Paralyzed with fear, I couldn’t move. I just stood there
rooted to the ground. With an earth-shattering roar, the lion
sprang. I felt the hot breath of the carnivore just inches away.
My arms raised instinctively—then a blur, and I was back in
the office with Marla, Gideon and God.
“Don’t be afraid,” said God, “you’re not in any danger.
Enough of this.”
Although still visibly shaken from my frightful ordeal, I
continued staring at him. Suddenly, it seemed as if I were
looking through different eyes than mine, as if new worlds
were opening before me. I felt the presence of an extremely
powerful and loving force. And then, as if by a miracle, I began
to feel that I was looking at the face of God. I fell to my
knees overcome with awe and whispered, “Forgive me, Lord.
Although I didn’t believe at first, now I know that <strong>You</strong> are truly
my Lord and my God.”
“Get up,” He said, with warmth and love in His voice,
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