I was baking a cake in the basement kitchen of my boyfriend’s fraternity house. It was a large building with white columns, built on a rock foundation. The kitchen itself was very small. There was a gas oven, some shelves and a single window above a sink. I bent over and started to open the oven door to slide in the cake and when I did, there was a terrible explosion that rocked the entire building. The window above the sink blew out, sending shards of glass everywhere. All the men came running downstairs to find out what had happened. Those who knew I was downstairs baking had a panicked look on their faces: Would they find me alive?
Now here’s the strange part: One minute I was in front of a gas oven, bending over. A split second later, I was about twenty feet away, standing upright. I knew I hadn’t been blown there. How had I been transported out of the kitchen?
Not only was I moved, but I was totally unharmed – except that all my hair was singed and smelled terrible. Even the thick lenses of my glasses, which could have been shattered like the window, were intact. How had I come through this explosion without severe burns, or even death?
For the next few years, I sought unsuccessfully to find answers to my questions. Then I laid the incident to rest and forgot all about it. I could see no reason to worry my parents, so I didn’t tell them what had happened either.
Fast forward fifteen years. I had received Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior and was attending a weekly ladies’ home Bible study. This particular day, we had divided up into small prayer groups of three to four women. One woman whom I had not seen before began to share her prayer request.
“Please pray for a friend of mine,” she said. “She was bending over a gas oven, and it exploded. She’s in critical condition with third degree burns all over her body.”
As she said this, I suddenly heard a male voice declare forcefully, “I translated you out of that kitchen!”
Immediately I was reminded of my own experience fifteen years earlier. I had goosebumps everywhere as I realized that God had spoken!
I understood what God had said. He had removed me, taken me away, as He did Enoch in Hebrews 11:5. “By faith Enoch was translated that he should not see death; and was not found, because God had translated him: for before his translation he had this testimony, that he pleased God” (KJV).
God’s Spirit had snatched me away, as He did Philip in Acts 8:39,40a. “When they came up out of the water, the Spirit of the Lord snatched Philip away; and the eunuch no longer saw him, but went on his way rejoicing. But Philip found himself at Azotus” (NASB).
No one else in the prayer group had heard the Voice. We were all in awe as I shared what had happened, and the first thing I did when I got home was to call my parents and thank them for praying for me.Wendy Knight Share