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One of the worst things you can do to a driver who is rushing from point A to point B, is to throw up the dreaded “Detour” sign to into their route.
Throughout the bible, God used detours to recalculate the directions of lives of His people to be better aligned with His plans. I believe that God-detours still happen today to believers who are seeking God’s will and desires above all.
The steps of a good person are ordered by the Lord: and he delighteth in his way.
Say, “I am a good person and my steps are ordered by Him.
A few months into my salvation, while working on a graphic design project for school, I decided to take a break, head to the store and pick up some drinks and some a frozen pizza from the neighborhood supermarket. As I was leaving, I told my mom of my plans, and set off on what should have been a 15 minute round trip. Just like previous nights, I was in, went straight to my beverage of choice, and stopped by the freezer section to pick up my Red Barron brand supreme pizza, checked out and started to make my way towards the door. As I approached the exit, God audibly spoke to me in the store, He said, “He is will carjack you.”
Upon hearing that, I stopped, looked around and saw who God was talking about. He was a big white guy, bushy beard probably 6 foot 4 inches and 280 pounds.
“Him?” I asked God, gesturing with my chin, so not to draw attention to myself.
“Yes,” God replied.
I said, “Praise God for saving me!” turned to go the other way before God spoke again… “Offer him a ride anywhere he wants to go.”
I literally stopped in my footsteps, looked up to the sky and said, “WHAT!?!”
I thought, “Ok, that can’t be God, I must be hearing the devil!”
Pausing, I felt in my heart it was God. Not knowing His plans for the situation, I made a decision to be obedient. Lowering my head, I walked outside, right up to the guy.
“Excuse me…” the man started. Interrupting him, I asked, “Would you like a ride sir?”
In shock, the man… stuttering said… “Umm, ahh, well, yes.”
I replied, “Great, I’m parked right over there, follow me.”
We arrived at my truck and I put my groceries in the back seat, hopped in the drivers seat and watched the man approach the passenger-side door in my mirror. I watched him pause, adjust something in his belt/pants waist, cover it with his shirt and climb in the front seat.
“Where would you like to go?” I asked the man.
Again, hesitantly, he started to stutter and saying, “Umm, ahh, well, what?”
Again, I asked, “Where would you like to go?” I added, “I’ll take you anywhere you want tonight but would like to get home soon to make my pizza before it defrost.”
With a confused look on his face, he said, “Down West Bellfort towards Murphy Road.”
What the man didn’t know was, I was about to mess in my pants.
After about 20 minutes of directing and driving, the man asked, “Why did you offer me a ride?”
I replied, “Do you really want to know?”
“Yes,” he answered.
“God told me that you needed a ride as I was leaving the store and instructed me to offer you a ride anywhere you wanted, so here I am. Just trying to be obedient because I’m a new Christian and trying to learn what to do.”
Wide-eyed, he muttered one word… “W-What?”
I was a bit speechless too, I just smirked and shrugged me shoulder and said, “Where to now?”
He replied, “Why would God offer me a ride thru you?”
Before replying, I thought, “Because He must be mad at me for something.” But instead, I replied, “I guess because He knew you needed a ride and wanted you to know that He heard you.”
With that the man, pointed towards a side street and said, “Turn left there and pull over, here’s my stop.”
It was a dead-end. So I asked, “Are you sure?” now thinking, “Gosh, I’m going to die here tonight?”
“Y-yes, just drop me off and go home. Thank you for the ride.” He said.
In shock, I pulled over, he got out of the truck shaking his head and I zipped off to the dead-end, u-turned and started drove past him. As I watched him in the mirror, I could see him still shaking his head.
Another time, a few years into salvation, I met this girl named Annette, who worked in the building that I had my design studio at. She was a receptionist of the company who owned the building and a person I passed 5-6 days a week while walking to my office.
One morning as I was walking passed her desk, God said, “Invite her to lunch.”
I stopped in my footsteps, turned into her office, introduced myself and asked if I could buy her lunch that day. Remember, I was single at that time and God would rarely or never ask a married person to do as I did.
Annette looked caught off guard but said, “Yes.”
“Great,” I said, “I’ll come by at noon to get you. You pick the restaurant.”
Noon came and I made my way to her desk, walked her to my car and made our way to the restaurant.
We ate, we talked, and it was a “normal” start to a new friendship.
Once we got into my car to make our way back to our building, she started to cry.
“I don’t know why I feel like telling you this,” she proclaimed, “I am a single mother and have a desire to marry my daughter’s father, who isn’t a believer and has been estranged from us for over three months”
Now, I was in shock, I pulled over, grabbed her hand and said… “Well, that sounds like a good desire and I believe that if it is aligned with God’s heart, we can pray, and it will happen.”
I prayed that this man’s heart would turn towards God’s, then to Annette, and lastly to his daughter. I added that before the day ended, Annette would receive a call with God’s decision to our prayer.
I was a new Christian, fairly untouched by religious Christianity, and tried my best to seek God’s heart on any situation before praying.
However, the older I got and the more “churched” I became, I noticed that my less faith I displayed.
At the end of the day, I received a phone call on my office line. I picked up and heard a woman crying.
“Ma-am, are you okay,” I asked, “may I help you?”
The voice on the other end replied, “He called, he called, and said that He wants God, me, and my daughter. God answered your prayers, my daughter is going to have a father.”
I started to cry and answered her, “It was our prayers, Annette and it was 100% my pleasure. Thank you for letting me pray for you.”
In the months that followed, they married, joined a church, and became a family.
About a year passed after my last contact with Annette. I was driving up 59 towards 288 when God’s audible voice entered my car.
“Pull over and help Annette,” the voice said.
I looked on the shoulder of both sides, saw a newer model sedan stranded on the inner shoulder, and told God… “Annette, drive a beat up read truck, God, not a new sedan.”
Just in case I was wrong, I changed lanes to the left most lane.
As I passed the broken car, I turned my neck to see if it was indeed Annette standing by the car.
You know what, it was!
I sweared my car and pulled over. Got out and walked over to her, noticing that she was frantically trying to make a call.
I said, “Hi Annette, looks like you’re having some car issues. Can I help?”
She started to mumble, I’m trying to call my friend Jonnathan as she looked up to me.
“Jonnathan!, she screamed, started to cry and said, “I’ve been trying to call you since my car broke down because I remembered that you lived down the street.”
She added, “Oh my God, are you an angel?”
After convincing her that I was not an angel, a tow truck driver pulled up and asked if he could tow her off the highway to safety. Upon arriving at the gas station, the tow truck driver walked up and said, “I don’t normally offer this, but if you have a spare tire, I’ll change it out for you for free.”
Not knowing if she had a spare, we checked, found a full-size spare and sat in my truck watching the guy change out the tire, clean up, get into his tow truck, without giving any invoice, wave at us, honk and drive off.
Looking at Annette, I reiterated, “I’m not an angel but I there’s a chance he was.”
A man’s heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.
Has God ever taken you on a detour?
We know God’s love through the cross, however scripture states that He knows our love through our obedience. John 14:15 states, “If you love me, keep my commands.”
Through my walk with Christ, I have come to a realization of His timing. If God knew us before we were formed in our mother’s womb, He also know how early He needed to ask us to do something before we do it and how many detours we would need to fulfill His command.
To this day, I don’t know if I would have been carjacked, if that was a real man, an angel, or just a guy who needed to know God heard him. But I do know this, I’m still alive and that man I left on the corner of a dead-end street was alive when I left him.
Likewise, I don’t know where Annette is and how her family is doing.
What I do know is, the detours God brought me through, was exactly what He needed at that time, no matter how scary or inconvenience they were.
Have you ever been a victim of a God-detour, or on a receiving end of a God-detour? I’m sure that if you think about it really heard, you have been on both accounts.
I’m not telling you these to encourage you to give big creepy guys random rides, or pull over for anyone stranded on the side of the road. I’m telling you these testimonies to encourage you that if you hear God’s voice, do what He asked, you may be walking into an opportunity to be as He is.
Biblical Examples of God-detours
- Jonah and Nineveh
- Mary, mother of Jesus Christ
- Paul (Saul) on the road to Damascus
For those who know some of the life events God has brought me to and through, you know that God has worked every one of them for good, no matter how dire or inconvenience.
Olivia once asked me earlier on in our relationship if God gets upset at how long it takes us to say yes to His command.
My belief and experience is, God knows us intimately, knowing exactly how long we’ll delay before saying yes and what detours we may need to take us to wherever He wants us to do exactly what He asks of us.
The goal of every Christian is to be consistent, allowing our yes be yes and our no be no, while working to lower the time it takes us to do exactly as God says, without delay.
My testimony about the carjacker, Annette, Jonah, Mary, Paul, and Moses are instances of God taking His believers on detours which got them to be exactly where God needed them, exactly when they were needed.
Bow your heads. Father Lord, thank that we are your sheep and Your word proclaims that your sheep know your voice. Cause us to hear and follow exactly what you command of us, daily and without hesitation. In Jesus name.
I never want to end a service without giving an opportunity to for those who do not know Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior. If this is your first time hearing about Jesus Christ and you want what we have. It is freely yours. Would everyone close your eyes and repeat after me:
Lord, my heart yearns for You. I ask You to be my Lord, Savior, and Father today. I ask You to come into my heart, wash me in Your blood, and make me whole. Today, I have received your free gift of salvation and choose You, as my Lord, Savior and Heavenly Father, in Jesus name, amen.
When I was in tenth grade, I broke my right ankle for the first time trying to dunk the ball. While in the air, I was undercut, fell, on my right toe, with all my weight. At the time I was just under five foot tall but the fall would tear all the ligaments on the outside of my ankle, fracturing the inside of my ankle. After six months of being in a cast, I was finally able to take it off. I remember the day. I was excited, especially to scratch my shin, calf, ankle, and foot for the first time in months. Next I was excited to get back on the court, because I knew that all four foot, eleven inches of me was destined for the NBA one day. As the doctor checked out my ankle and foot, he was happy with how it healed but still believed that I would eventually require surgery to stabilize it. He showed me a few rehabilitation exercises to start my progress of recovery and strengthening the ankle. He scheduled me with a rehab clinic, which I never went to, to help me fully recover and to help determine if I needed surgery. I remember the list of “do nots” he gave me… do not play basketball, do not run, do not jump, do not jog, so not practice kung-fu, do not…
At 15 years old, I heard him speak but didn’t hear what he said. I just wanted to get home and test out my newly healed ankle.
At the time, I lived in Alief, Houston. As we pulled up to our unit, I noticed thick line of dark smoke snaking up to the sky. I pointed and said, “Mom, pull around the corner, I think there’s a fire!”
My mother answered in Chinese, “No, you need to go inside and rest.”
I replied, “Mom, you have to pull around, someone may need help!”
My mother dropped her head, and pulled the car around.
As we turned the corner, I surveyed the scene, as I was taught in emergency training in middle school, just a few short years ago.
When we arrived at the scene, I saw a crowd of people standing around and watching, two men, a Hispanic and Black guy, standing by a window where the smoke was originating from, they were attempting to break more glass. My heart raced as I turned to my mother and was surprised that she was already looking at me, I said… “I have to go help mom!” With tears in her eyes, she replied, “I know, you were meant to save lives. Go and save lives.”
With that, I sprang into action, forgetting what my doctor just instructed me an hour before. I ran up to the two men by the window and asked them if anyone was inside. The Black guy responded that there was a handicap man trapped in the unit. Next I screamed out to the crowd to call 9-1-1 and pointed to two ladies asking them to bring me two moist towels. Then I ran up and down all the stairs of the unit and adjoined unit knocking on every door, screaming, “FIRE, get out! FIRE, get out!”
Finally, I made it to the front door of the unit. I’m sure I saw the Black guy kick down the door. When the door opened, a thick wall of smoke crawled out with about 12 inches of clearer air. I turned around and reached out to the two ladies, motioning to them to give me the towels I just asked for. Neither of them had towels. Frustrated, I fell to my knees and stared into the smoke.
“Jonnathan, help me. I’m in the same room you’re in,” a voice rang out from the smoke.
You see, our apartment units were all cookie cutter units, meaning I knew exactly where he was. Also, I knew I could get to the room because, being a boy, I spent a lot of time walking around my house with my eyes shut to see if I could walk around the house by shear memory.
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and started crawling in on my stomach. Suddenly, midway into the unit, I felt someone grab my ankle. Then, whoever it was, started to pull me out towards the door. I knew this because I screamed, briefly opened my eyes, and look back.
As the dark smoke turned to sunshine, I was flipped around and pressed against the brick next to the front door.
“What are you doing, boy?,” a voiced came out of nowhere, “Jonnathan, what do you think you’re doing?”
Rubbing my eyes, I looked up, covered in soot, I said, “Trying to save a man in a wheelchair.”
Finally, my eyes focused and I saw a familiar face. It was the Black guy that was at the window and the guy who kicked the door down.
“You mean, you are willing to lay your life down for a complete stranger?” he asked.
“Huh? Yes, please excuse me, I need to go get him!” I screamed.
Then he pressed me against the brick once more, leaned in and said, “If you go in there, you will die. Let me go in your place.”
Upon hearing of my mortality, my tunnel vision turned off, looked around, smelled the smoke, heard the crackling of the fire, heard the screaming of a woman, who I would later find out was the daughter in-law of the man who was trapped, and I heard the sirens.
Dropping my head, in shame, and because I suddenly felt fear, I said, “Ok.”
With my permission, the Black guy got up, and walked into the smoke, disappearing.
I curled up on the floor, hugging my legs as I waited. A few minutes passed and I heard coughing and the man reappeared, tears in his eyes, shaking his head, he repeated over and over, “I almost had him. I almost had him. All he had to do was reach back to me and I would have plucked him out of the fire. They never reach back.”
“Never reach back?” I thought to myself. How many fires was this guy in?
I jumped to my feet and screamed, as tears started to roll down my face, “I would have got to him!”
Shaking his head again, the Black man, put his hand on my shoulder, looked me in the eyes and said, “Yes, you would have gotten to him, but I was the only person who could save him.”
With that sentence, the fire truck showed up and we were pushed out of the way as they ran into the fire.
We found out that the guy died. In fact, he was dead for at least 30 minutes before I arrived.
I stood outside in the parking lot with the Black guy. I asked him what apartment he lived in. Smiling, he point towards/over the third floor where there was a patio full of flowers, and said, “I live over there.”
I replied, “Where the pretty flowers are at?”
Smiling and putting his arm around my shoulder, he answered, nodding, “Yes, exactly, where the beautiful flowers are.”
Then suddenly, the Hispanic man ran up to us and said that the news crew wanted to interview me because I was a hero. The Black man agreed, urged me to get interviewed, proclaiming I kicked the door down and walked into the fire. I shook my head, no, and said I am no hero, because the guy died.
“Zin!” a familiar voice came from behind me, “Zin, are you okay?”
Turning around, my mom’s eyes were wide open in shock as she looked me up and down. She said, “You went in to the fire!?!?”
I nodded yes.
She then asked, “Are you okay? What happened?
I turned around to introduce my mom to the Black guy, and he wasn’t there.
I asked my mother where the black guy I was talking to went and she insisted that I was standing alone when she approached me. In denial, I insisted that there was in fact a Black guy and I was talking to him.
Midsentence, my mom asked… “How’s your ankle?”
With her question, the pain shot up my leg and I feel over onto her. I said, “I think I broke it again.”
“Broke it? How?” She asked.
Looking around, I said, “Apparently, I kicked a door down and walked into the fire.”
“I’m ready to go home,” I added, withholding tears.
Getting home, I walked in to see my brother watching the news. As he turned to me, he screamed, “You idiot! I should kill you for going into that fire. The news is talking about a Hispanic man and Asian kid who kicked down the door and ran into the fire to save a man.”
I went to shower to wash off the smoke and my day. I had nightmares for months about fires but also had dreams about the mysterious man who pulled me out of the flames and especially what he said to me when he reappeared from the smoke.
“I almost had him.”
“All he had to do was reach back to me and I would have plucked him out of the fire.”
“They never reach back.”
“I was the only person who could save him.”
I spent many sleepless nights wondering why I was spared, saved, and pulled away from the flames and especially wondering who that man was.
I found out who He was when I was saved. It was Jesus Christ.
“Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you.”
Jesus Christ showed me a beautiful illustration of what happened.
You see, from birth, He is reaching down to us, waiting for us to look up, acknowledge Him, and reach to Him. Once we do that, He, the only one who could save, would grab hold of us and pluck up from the fires of this world. Not for us to escape, but rather for us to be a light to it, shining His light, and displaying His love and compassion to the world so when the time is right, they too will look up, reach up, and be saved.
Salvation is the ultimate saving, but Jesus Christ promises never to leave you or forsake you. As scripture stated in Jeremiah, He knew you, even before you were formed in your mother’s womb. He will not only save you from hell, He will save you from your circumstances, and mostly yourself.
If you’re in a situation where it feels hopeless. Close your eyes where you’re at. Raise your hands up to our Heavenly Father, as a child asking to be picked up by their father, and say.
Heavenly Father, I need you. I grab hold of You right now and ask that You pluck me from this fire. I am yours. Lord, lead me to where you need me and let your face shine upon me. In, Jesus name.
I never want to end a service without giving an opportunity to for those who do not know Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior.
If this is your first time hearing about Jesus Christ and you want what we have. It is freely yours. Would everyone close your eyes and repeat after me: Lord, my heart yearns for You. I ask You to be my Lord, Savior, and Father today. I ask You to come into my heart, wash me in Your blood, and make me whole. Today, I have received your free gift of salvation and choose You, as my Lord, Savior and Heavenly Father, in Jesus name, amen.
Shannon and Scott Windrum of WindSong Ministries are a dynamic duo. Scott was a pastor for over 20 years and now travels, partnering with churches from around the world and their leaders in bringing sound biblical teaching, powerful preaching, and accurate prophetic voice to the body of Christ. Scott prophesies while playing his guitar, singing original lyrics and playing original chords which he receives and delivers to a person or a group in song.
Shannon carries the heart and love of Christ, pouring it out freely to every group or person she encounters. Physical and emotional healing manifest while she reveal the deep intimate love and passion that God has for them. When Shannon prays, expect miracles to in overflow.