On Monday, 18 October 2010 at 7.25am, I was driving my 6-year-old son to school in Woodlands. As I exited from the Seletar Expressway into Woodlands Avenue 2, I approached a traffic light junction with heavy traffic. At that time, my son and I were listening to Pastor Prince’s sermon CD in the car and I was amazed by how God had saved Noah and his family from the flood. Suddenly, I heard a loud bang and felt something hit the back of my car. The next thing I knew, my car was flung into the air. It overturned, landed on its roof, and spun a distance to a halt.
As the car was spinning, I knew we had met with a serious accident. I knew in my heart that if we crashed into anything we could be dead or badly injured. I started screaming, “Jesus!” at least five times until the car finally came to a halt. As I was screaming, my hands were holding onto the steering wheel tightly. I could not even hold my boy. I could only turn my head to look at him. He was sitting beside me that morning. His body was miraculously held to the contour of the seat. Even though we were spinning upside down and he only had a seat belt strapped across his body, his head and legs were not dangling from his seat. His neck could have been broken from the impact of the crash but he was okay. While seat belts are important, I knew that it was Jesus who hugged us tightly and saved our lives!
My first instinct was to get out as I feared a petrol leak which could result in an explosion. So, I unbuckled the both of us and opened my door. My son and I crawled out of the wreck without a scratch or whiplash. We stood by the side of the road and a lot of passers-by came to our aid. The small car that knocked into our car was speeding so fast that after sending us flying, it screeched ahead and knocked into another black car and an orange bus. The entire accident caused a massive traffic jam that morning.
After we got out of the car wreck, the picture of Jesus bleeding on the cross kept flashing in my mind. I knew that my son and I need not bleed on the road that morning because Jesus shed His blood for us. Though unharmed, we were urged to follow the ambulance to get a check-up. The driver of the black car that was hit was in a worse state than us, even though our car was more badly damaged than his.
After gaining composure, I went back to my wrecked car to get my bag and my son’s school bag with the help of some passers-by. Pastor Prince’s message was still playing loudly although the car was in such a bad state. Someone wanted to take my car key out but I told him there was no need to. The car was already a wreck and I saw no point in keeping the key. I wanted God’s Word to be played so that everyone who was present would know that Jesus is the one who saved our lives. In my previous church, we were given materials and tasked to go out to be a witness for Jesus, but I always found it very difficult. But that morning, it was effortless and restful to be a witness of the glory of God. I told everyone who came to our aid that Jesus had saved us.
When my husband came to meet us at the hospital, he shared with us that he was also driving to work around the time of the car accident, and how he felt prompted by the Holy Spirit to switch off his radio and pray in tongues. He also spoke out positive words of favour, something that we had learnt in church the day before. I believed the Lord must have prompted him to pray for us during the time of the car accident.
Later in the day, a lady who had stopped to help us at the accident scene called to thank me. I thought I should be the one thanking her instead! She told me that she and her husband had been struggling spiritually in recent months. But they were very blessed by what she saw and heard (Pastor Prince’s message playing from the car) today.
On Friday, 22 October 2010, my husband and I went to collect the wrecked car for assessment. The car was in such a sorry state. Even my son’s new water bottle had some scratches on it yet we came out unscathed. As we were checking the car, I realised that all the doors were jammed and could not be opened. The only door that could be opened was the one we had used to get out. All glory to Jesus!
My family and I are recovering well from the shock and trauma of the accident. I have even started driving again. After what happened, what more is there to fear? Jesus turned a possibly tragic accident into a victorious accident. No amount of safe driving could have saved our lives, only Jesus and nothing else!
I would like to convey my deepest thanks and appreciation to Pastor Prince and his ministry. I am truly grateful that Pastor Prince preaches grace so radically so that today, we can also experience Jesus so radically.