Sid: Hello, Sid Roth here.
Welcome to my world, where it’s naturally supernatural.
My guest, Ben Godwin. Just a young kid, riding a bicycle,
and he comes to a blind spot and gets hit by a car.
The great miracle that occurred was not that he got hit by a car,
but three inches of his leg bone was laying on the ground.
Take it from there.
Ben: I was about a mile from home.
My parents were not aware that I had left the house.
I was getting into mischief. I was going to buy
a pack of cigarettes for me and my brother to split,
which was taboo in my household.
I came right into the path of car traveling 35 miles an hour.
My bicycle went under the car.
Fortunately, I flipped on top of the hood,
and when the forward momentum threw me,
I hit the pavement violently.
It happened so fast I didn’t feel any immediate pain.
I was dazed and disoriented.
But when I tried to put weight on my left leg,
it just collapsed out from under me,
and what I didn’t know was that three inches of my tibia –
that’s the large lower leg bone –
was laying right on the road beside me.
Sid: So the ambulance gets there, and another…
It’s bad enough to get hit on a bicycle
and three inches of your bone is lying on the pavement,
the ambulance picks him up,
and what happened to the ambulance?
Ben: Coincidentally, one of the first people on the scene –
and I say that tongue in cheek,
because coincidence is when God orchestrates events
and remains anonymous.
One of the first people on the scene was a doctor,
and he knew how to treat me until the paramedics arrived.
Then they put an air cast on my leg,
which was to restrict the movement and prevent infection,
and rushed me to the hospital.
This was on one of the major thoroughfares in Tampa, FL.
Two blocks away from the hospital,
a man ran through a red light and smashed into
the ambulance I was traveling in.
Sid: So you’re telling me you had two accidents in thirty minutes.
Did anyone ever tell you you’re accident prone?
No, I’m just teasing you.
Ben: I’d say it wasn’t my lucky day.
My mother was riding in the passenger seat.
She had her seatbelt fastened, wisely. She was unharmed.
But the ambulance driver was throw into the windshield,
suffered a concussion. They had to dispatch another ambulance
to take me and him the rest of the way to the emergency room.
Sid: You get to the emergency room,
and now there’s a new crisis. Tell me about it.
Ben: The first thing they did was rather embarrassing.
They cut off all my clothes. Guess what they found?
The pack of cigarettes I’d gone to buy.
Be sure, your sins will find you out.
Someone asked me how I quit smoking, and I told them
“It was real easy. I got hit by a car, and that was it.
God knocked the nicotine out of me permanently.”
But while I was laying there on the gurney,
they showed me my bone fragment in a jar of solution.
It was sitting there on the counter.
I had a six inch gaping wound on my foreleg,
and immediate surgery was necessary.
However, because it was July,
a routine summer Saturday in Florida,
there were a lot of boating, fishing, swimming accidents.
No operating rooms were available.
So, my mom and dad got the prayer chain going.
In fact, the church I was raised at had, on top of the church,
a large sign of praying hands that rotated, and their slogan was
“Around the clock, around the world, we are praying.”
Sid: You were raised with miracles.
Ben: Yes.
Sid: That’s a wonderful heritage to have.
So you have praying parents, they’re praying for you.
You have other people praying for you.
What happened next?
Ben: Well, my parents and my church took Jesus at His word.
In Matthew 18:19, “If any two agree as touching anything,
it shall be done.” They took that scripture at face value.
They began the prayer chain,
asking God to make a way for me to get into surgery.
According to the hospital manifest,
there wasn’t an operating room until the next day.
I got in. Within four hours they wheeled me into surgery.
That was the good news. the next news wasn’t so good.
The orthopedic surgeon wasn’t able to salvage the bone fragment.
It was too jagged and splintered.
They could not reinsert it in my leg.
So they put a pin just below my knee,
another just above my ankle, a long leg cast.
They came out of surgery and told my parents
“Your son Ben will never walk again
without a very obvious limp.
His left leg will be shorter than his right leg.”
The diagnosis was to take bone graft out of my hip
and implant it into my shin, pin and plate it together,
hope it grows back well.
They even braced my parents for the possibility,
if infection set in, that I might lose my leg.
Sid: So the worst is you might lose the leg.
What’s the best they could offer?
Ben: The best, with bone graft and therapy,
I would probably limp, noticeably, the rest of my life.
Sid: But two men came and gave you words from God.
Tell me about that.
Ben: Yes. I was in the hospital for eighteen days total,
and while I was there, I had many visitors.
But two men came. One of them had a word of knowledge
God revealed to him, and he spoke it to my parents,
that my leg would be restored by a miracle.
The other gentleman told my parents he had actually seen
a vision of me walking and running normally,
indicating that my leg would be restored by a miracle.
And of course, my parents clung to
those confirmations of faith, tenaciously.
Sid: You’re what, seven years old?
Ben: Yes.
Sid: What did you think?
Did you believe that you were going to have a miracle?
Ben: I had childlike faith.
I was fortunate to be raised in a church,
in a Spirit-filled family, where miracles were common.
To God, the supernatural is natural.
It’s like breathing to Him. So I had that childlike faith.
Sid: Oh, that the world become normal!
All things are possible in His presence!
Don’t go away.
Wait until you hear about this amazing, instant miracle.
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