Our second child, Daniel, was only one and a half when a dramatic incident taught me how God's royal telephone works. Before that I had been only a Christian believer who wondered whether the personal testimonies given by fellow Christians were real or myth. This night I came to truly believe.
My children and I were very happy to have our Daddy home again after his three-week evangelistic effort in the rural areas of Nyanga. When we finished our evening Bible study and prayer, I tucked Daniel and his older sister into bed. A while later my husband and I also went to sleep.
Suddenly Daniel gave a loud cough, awakening me. I got up quickly and took him into my arms, but to my horror he was no longer breathing. I cried out, "Oh, Lord, would You let my child die?" My husband woke up and took Daniel from me. As he applied all the first aid he knew, I went to telephone our Adventist neighbors to ask Mr. Ndebele to come help give first aid. There was no answer. I pulled the cover from the sofa, wrapped it around my see-through night gown, and ran to the Ndebeles' house.
There I found Mrs. Ndebele standing on the veranda. She asked me what had happened. In reply I asked why she was waiting outside the house. Mrs. Ndebele said that a noise on the roof had awakened her. I then quickly related my story. By then Mr. Ndebele, was also awake and had joined us outside. Hearing about my emergency, he rushed to a friend's house to borrow a car so he could take Daniel to the hospital.
The three of us rushed back to my house. To our surprise, my husband was outside holding Daniel and waiting for us. He related how he had applied first aid and then threw Daniel up into the air. He heard Daniel breath a sigh.
Although Daniel was breathing, he still seemed to be weak and unconscious. We immediately took him to the hospital, where he was admitted. On the second day, Daniel vomited up banana peelings. The doctor said those peelings had apparently been blocking Daniel's respiratory organs, and he warned us not to let any child eat unripe bananas. By the third day, Daniel was well enough to go home.
Today and every day I thank God for saving my son, who is now two and a half years old. That night I witnessed that God's royal telephone is never busy. He answered and rang through to Mr. Ndebele's house.
I also testify of God's power and His presence. "With my whole heart have I sought thee: 0 let me not wander from thy commandments" (Ps. 119:10).
