Last I wrote, I told you all about what happened on the Access-a-Ride bus. Well, a mere 2 days later I was by myself waiting for a subway. There was one other man waiting on the platform with me – a totally normal and innocuous-looking guy. Still, he caught my eye. For reasons I couldn’t pinpoint, his presence felt threatening.
As I watched him, I realized he was talking to himself. At times more animated than others, but it was unceasing. It also was in a different language. He appeared Indian (Sikh), but it wasn’t Hindi or Punjabi he was speaking (at least, it didn’t sound like it to me). It was something else, something more tribal, and it was more of a chant.
Suddenly I felt moved to pray for this man, but I had no idea why or what to say. So I let God guide my mouth. I was astounded when what came out was “Jesus…protect me.” Why? I have no idea.
The man had been slowly drifting towards but wasn’t close enough to hear that prayer (I’d said it VERY quietly). But after the words left my mouth, his head snapped up and he looked directly at me. He started to come toward me, then stopped mid-stride, fixed me with a stare, and went a few steps in the other direction. When it came time to go on the subway, he got on the same car as me, but stayed on the other end of it. He stared at me the whole time he was in the car, his expression getting more and more hostile.
I’m positive he didn’t hear me. But one thing that was strange was I felt real fear from being near him. I don’t know quite what it was that made him so threatening but I was near-panic scared. This is weird, because I have walked through some less-than-idyllic NYC neighborhoods – often alone. I put my faith in God, pray as I go, and let Him use me while He protects me. I figure, I’m here for Him, He sent me, so He will work it out, provide, and protect me. He won’t forsake me so I have nothing to fear. And people are people, all equally loved by God. So the fear was very random and felt out of place. I am wondering if maybe the enemy put the fear in me so that I’d be mentally panicking and wouldn’t have the presence of mind to turn to Jesus in prayer. I’m really starting to think that’s what happened and that there were spirits or demons in that man who meant me harm.
But I’d LOVE to hear more thoughts on it. Has stuff like this ever happened to you? Comment or message me privately at firstname.lastname@example.org. The whole was just very strange. Meanwhile, I’m just rejoicing that whatever was going on with that man, my Jesus was stronger and mighty to save and protect!
Thanks for the input, and God bless!