I call on you, my God, for you will answer me; turn your ear to me and hear my prayer. (Psalm 17:6 NIV)
Some years ago, I was the fourth and fifth grade science mentor teacher for the Ogden City Schools. Teachers came to my workshops to learn how to teach the science curriculum for their grade. As part of the workshop, each teacher received a classroom set of all the supplies that were needed to teach each lesson that I presented.
The supplies for the workshops were stored in the school basement. Each Wednesday, as soon as school was out, I began moving that day’s supplies up from the basement to my room, where I distributed them to the desks where the teachers would sit.
This process took about an hour and a half, and then the teachers would arrive for the workshop. For the next three hours, I would teach the teachers how to do experiments and demonstrations that they could later use with their students. My plans for each workshop were on 3 by 5 index cards which I kept in the pocket of my shirt.
One Wednesday, I finished setting out the supplies about fifteen minutes before the class was to start. I sat down and reached for the index cards to review what I was going to teach. And the cards were not in my pocket.
I panicked. Without my notes, I would not be able to teach the class. Maybe one or two experiments, but not three hours’ worth. I began frantically looking for my notes. I looked all over the room. No notes. I looked on the stairs and in the basement. No notes. I looked in the rest room. No notes. Then I did it all again. Still no notes.
I sat down at one of the student desks and put my head in my hands. “Oh, God,” I prayed, “what am I going to do? Please help me.”
My body and head felt an extremely strong vibration as I felt something, some power, take control of my body. I stood up, but not under my own volition. I began to walk, but not under my own direction. I still felt the vibration, like that of a powerful aircraft engine, as I walked to the back corner of the room.
And there were my notes. On a shelf above a computer desk, in a place where they had no reason to be, where I had already looked many times, were my index cards. I reached out my hand and picked them up, and the vibration faded away.
That was the day that I learned first hand that God is real and answers prayers. Mountains were not moved, the sea was not parted, and nothing happened important enough to make the newspapers.
But it was important to me, not only because was I able to teach my workshop, but more importantly because God took control of my body and did for me what I had not be able to do by myself.
It was the day that I learned that God is real. And He answers prayers.