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God, Why Did You Freak Me Out?

I wasn’t looking to be freaked out. It was 3:30 a.m., I had been working for over 22 hours, and I had to drive 45 minutes to Starkville, Mississippi. All I wanted was sleep.

While driving down the foggy, pitch-black highway, I turned on a talk radio show where the host was discussing whether kids should play with BB guns. I have a strong opinion on the topic, so when the host invited callers to respond, I picked up my cell phone and called.

The line was busy.

But I wasn’t giving up – I had nothing else to do. I dialed the number again and again, getting the same busy signal. Then the radio host said, “Alright, our first caller is David from Arkansas. David, are you there?”

“Hehh-lo,” said the caller in a familiar Ozark twang.

My mouth dropped open. David, the first caller, was my father.

“Dad?” I said out loud.

I was dumbfounded, confused, staring at the radio, and trying to listen to my dad as he shared his opinion with the host. And I could hardly think.

There was no doubt it was my father’s voice on the line, but the chances of this freakish coincidence happening – at an hour at which I’m never awake, in a rural area in which I don’t live, on a radio show I’ve never listened to – seemed impossible.

After Dad finished making his comment, I dialed his phone number.

“Hehh-lo,” he said.

“Dad! What are you doing up?” I nearly shouted into the phone.

“Aw, nothing.”

“But – you were just on the radio, Dad.”

“I was?”

“You know, you were talking about kids using BB guns.”

“Oh yeah, on the Kevin McCullough Show. Yeah, I called that show two nights ago.”

“Wait – what?” I said. And then I realized the reason I was getting a busy signal: the show wasn’t live. It had somehow been broadcast live two nights before when my dad called in from Arkansas. And two days later, at 3:30 a.m., at the very moment I was trying to call in, they replayed my dad’s call on a radio station in Mississippi.

The next day, I wondered if the radio show was just some audio hallucination brought on by 22 hours without sleep. Later on, when I called my dad and we talked about it, things got even more weird.

“Josh,” he said. “I want to tell you something. When you called me at 3:30 a.m., I was physically sick, and I was feeling emotionally low as well. And after we talked, the sickness and low feelings completely went away. I could feel the power of God, Josh. It was strong.”

I didn’t even know how to respond to that. The bizarre intervention left me feeling like I had played a part in a Twilight Zone episode with no clear point.

So for two weeks, I repeatedly asked God to help me see why He would do such a weird miracle. What was He showing me? What was He showing my dad? But no matter how much I questioned, the only thing that would consistently come to mind was a miracle from the Bible – that time Jesus mixed spit and dirt, rubbed it into a blind man’s eyes, and told him to go wash in a specific pool. The guy did it, and he was healed.

And I thought my miracle was weird.

Finally, I went back and reread the passage about the mud-and-spit-mix miracle. It was there I found the purpose of my own weird miracle: “This happened so that the works of God might be displayed in [my dad]” (John 9:3, alteration mine).

So it wasn’t so much about my dad or me – it was about God, about His glory. I hate to admit it, but that’s probably why it took me so long to get it.

10 Comments
  1. This is a powerful story, Josh!

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    August 23, 2011
  2. James, it was so bizarre. It felt like an episode of Lost.

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    August 23, 2011
  3. Mitch says you have a gift to be able to bring all of us along with you in your happenings. And to top it off, we glimpse God at every turn. Thanks Josh. Take care.

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    August 23, 2011
  4. Josh,A similar thing happened to me. A friend called me at the store. When I answered he said, This is "John." I recognized him and asked him how he was doing. We began to talk and wound up going to lunch together. It was a good time of ministry. After lunch he thanked me for calling him. I said, "You called me." He said, "No. I was just returning a missed call from your office number." No one called him from my office. God obviously wanted us to talk that day.

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    August 24, 2011
  5. Kevin, that's a cool story. Thank you for sharing it here. I'll bet there are so many stories that we either don't tell or even forget from our own lives.

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    August 25, 2011
  6. I love it!!! You're the feeling in my life, you're the inspiration.

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    September 1, 2011
  7. Wow, that's the first time anyone ever sang a Chicago song in the comments.

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    September 2, 2011
  8. Dude, some weird stuff happens in Mississippi… Great story. 🙂 You never know what God is going to do. I'm glad I stopped by for a visit. Thanks for sharing!

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    September 25, 2011
  9. Yes, it is about God; the God that chooses to work through chosen vessels. His virtue flowed through a phone call that He wonderfully orchestrated. Of course, we can do nothing of ourselves. He is sovereign.

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    October 8, 2011
  10. Awesome!

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    December 30, 2011

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