The Fat Vietnamese Policeman
Our beginnings… We begin our mission blog with a compilation of stories of our early years as a mission organization. These stories molded us into who we are now as a mission organization. All stories were God focused and actual experiences of our pioneering missionaries on the field. They were firsthand narratives describing how each Filipino missionaries witnessed the mighty works of our living God in full display. They saw and tasted the miracles of God in response to their prayers which provided for their needs. They were supernaturally brought to situations that were beyond comprehension and given amazing opportunities to minister to the lost and needy people of each nation. The stories will best explain how our poor missionaries were able to sustain their stay in the mission field for long periods of time and see their ministries flourish throughout the years that passed. All their testimonies converge to a single truth - God is actively at work in the lives of people who responds in complete faith to His call.
They saw the Mighty hand of God and they could not contain in their hearts the joy it has brought to their lives, In this blog site, you’ll read the exciting God Sighting stories shared from the hearts of missionaries who truly encountered our living God in the mission field.
GOD SIGHTING STORY # 5 (CLASSICS)
The Fat Vietnamese Policeman
Posted by firstname.lastname@example.org on 07/23/2014 (Story happened sometime Year 2004)
Ptr. Archie has been serving as a long-term missionary in Vietnam with his family for a good number of years. One day, he decided to cruise around the city on his motorcycle. Driving in Ho Chi Minh City is not for the faint hearted. The streets are notoriously busy with its characteristic daily deluge of motorbikes. Crossing the streets is more like a risk-taking adventure. The scale of danger rises exponentially when you travel on two wheels. Ptr. Archie rode his motorcycle amidst a throng of buzzing mopeds crisscrossing on every side. Suddenly, he was sideswiped, and he fell to the ground. Judging from the pain that seared through his body, he knew righty away that his leg had been severely injured. He couldn’t move at all and felt paralyzed. It was then that a fat uniformed policeman came to his aid. This police officer brought him to a nearby hospital and even parked his motorcycle outside.
When Ptr. Archie was finally fit enough to be discharged from the hospital, he inquired about his hospital bill. He was so worried for he has no money to pay for his medical expenses. To his complete surprise, he was informed by the cashier that his bill has been settled in full by the man who brought him in. The policeman paid for his total hospital bill including doctors professional fee, laboratory and X-ray fees, medicines, and even the taxi fare. But the man was no longer around the hospital vicinity. He did not even leave a message, or an identification note. Wishing to thank his unknown benefactor, Archie went to every police station in the area describing the fat policeman who had helped him with the hope of learning his identity. At every station he was told that there is no such policeman with that description and that there are no fat policemen in all of Saigon!
To this day, Archie has not found that fat Vietnamese policeman. He suspects that the man must have been sent from heaven in the guise of a fat policeman to help him and see him through his ordeal.
For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways. (Psalm 91: 11)