On a beautiful afternoon I was on my way to the bank to deposit receipts from the earlier day. As I walked toward the East entrance of the bank I observed a figure of a male who looked cold-blooded and nostalgic entering the West end of the bank. After entering the bank I observed the same person walking on the side of the tellers. I only thought that he was an employee until I heard him say I am going to do to you what you did to my child as he stood behind the teller nearest to me with a pistol. Also immediately, I heard shots. I along with all others ducked onto the floor. I was next to the shooter with a small retainer wall between the two of us. He had brutally murdered my favorite teller at the bank. I heard and still hear the squeaking sound of her teller stood and the thud of her body hitting the floor. I still see her turning around and facing the shooter who turned out to be her earlier boy friend. She never said a word, but only humbly looked at her previous boyfriend as if to say this is it.

I had ended up in the midst of a lover’s quell and was about to be shot after he murdered another teller near me. I prayed Lord don’t let me die like a rat folded by the retainer wall of the commercial teller’s cage. I was expecting him to see the pistol coming over the wall at any moment; I was next, then I heard the Lord as plain as day say stand up slowly and slowly walk out of the bank. This was definitely not my thoughts and I suspect that it was would not be the advice from any sane person. But, I obeyed immediately and found myself staring the killer in the eyes with his gun trained on me and standing only about six feet from me. I slowly turned and walked out of the bank while all others were hostages.

As I existed the door of the bank I exploded into a run. The noise outside was deafening; although, I heard above the crowd’s noise a shout of STOP. I immediately stopped without knowing who had shouted stop. A few more instances, I saw a plain clothe person approaching me and pointing a pistol at me. He was a detective and he quickly interrogated me, and then told me that if I had taken one more step while running he was going to pull his trigger and kill me. No one outside the bank knew who the killer was. Since I was the first one to run out of the bank, I was immediately thought to be the shooter. The Lord had amplified the detective’s voice saying stop; it was like I heard it in my head and not from the maddening, screaming crowd of about fifty people who had gathered outside the bank.

Most all of us heard of Antoinette Tuff who talked with the Lord in real time and saved a massacre of many students and educators. She asked the Lord what shall I do when confronted by the gunman who was armed to a tee. The Lord moved her to say “Baby, everything is going to be alright. “

At this time in my life when I hear anyone say that God is not real or he created and took leave of us, I feel that I am confronting child play. I have had many experiences and episodes where God acted in real time to save me from danger which most likely could have meant death to me such as a pistol snapping that was pointed at me. The Lord had quickly said stand still. The man didn’t pull the trigger again. Later I heard though the grapevine that if I had run he would have continued to pull his trigger.

And it came to pass, as Moses entered into the tabernacle, the cloudy pillar descended, and stood at the door of the tabernacle, and the Lord talked with Moses.

Deuteronomy 5:4

The Lord talked with you face to face in the mount out of the midst of the fire,