I want to say thank you to brother Cottraux for allowing me this opportunity to share my testimony.
It was December 4th 1987 on a Friday morning around 7:30 am. I was 10 years old. My Father (Melvin Shuler), who at this time pastored Garner Church of God, had come from a weekly prayer meeting. We were on our way to pick a friend up who carpooled with us to school, and while crossing the Avesboro/Timber Lane intersection, we were side swiped near the back left tire which caused our minivan to flip three times on level ground. The side door was forced open, throwing my sister and me from the vehicle.
Brooklyn, who was 6 years old, was still conscious lying in the middle of the road with a broken jaw and fractured pelvis. My dad, who suffered a serious blow to the head because his seatbelt didn't catch, was wrestling to get out of the vehicle. Once he worked his way out, he looked at me on the side of the road then spotted my sister who was lying in the middle of the road. He darted for her to beat any chance of oncoming traffic running her over. As he was making is way to her, God give him a clear vision of a wide open field with a girl running and playing. As he got closer to her he began praying, but the Lord whispered to him that the young girl in his vision was her and she was fine.
About that time a plain clothes officer rushed in to help and started taking care of my sister. Meanwhile my brother (12 years old) who only had a neck burn due to his seatbelt had come to check on me (lying in a puddle of blood) approached dad and said “Dad, Jason’s dead.” I had landed and slid across the asphalt face first, completely ripping my face off. Dad rushed to me and searched for a pulse, breath, or any sign of life. Nothing.
It was then my father laid over top of me and began to pray. I like to think of this as my father touching the hem of God’s garment. As he began praying there on the side of the road over his lifeless son, the Holy Spirit intervened and as he began speaking in tongues (a heavenly language) God give me life.
The emergency vehicle arrived and as we were rushed to the hospital I was so scared I couldn’t keep still. My father had to lay on top of me (letting me know he was there) to calm me down. They separated us at the ER, taking him to a separate room to be treated for his injuries. As he was alone in this room he began praying again (the power of prayer is awesome!). The Lord reminded my father to give it all to Him, and then whispered to him “He Will Be A Living Testimony of My Power.”
The Doctors told my parents that if I survived, l would need plastic surgery just to have a face. But in ONE WEEK, I was out of the hospital completely healed, no operation needed whatsoever. I did have 3 small scars which now you can’t see unless I point them out, and a broken nose.
This broken nose led to something that’s even more amazing than God healing and restoring my face. As I was only 10 years old all I really knew of the Bible were what I learned in Sunday school and children’s church. As I had to have a minor surgery to set my nose, I was scared of them knocking me out with the gas I had to breathe. As the doctor told me to relax and breathe, I was soon watching myself being operated on. I could see the doctors all around my face working on my nose, but didn’t quite understand what I was seeing. There was no fear, no worry; it was the greatest peace I have ever felt in my entire life still to this day. I then noticed someone standing to the left of me. As I turned to look this is what I saw.
Daniel 10: 5,6: I lifted up my eyes and looked, and behold, a man clothed in linen, with a belt of fine gold from Uphaz around his waist. His body was like beryl, his face like the appearance of lightning…his arms and legs like the gleam of burnished bronze…
As I left the hospital that day I remember sitting in the back of the vehicle my dad was driving, and quietly telling my parents I believe I saw my guardian angel. My mother turned around and asked me to describe what I saw. Then she asked if I had seen a face. I remember replying “No, It was just a bright light” I will never forget her next words: “Jason, that was God.”
I went into a complete awe thinking of how God had shown himself to a 10 year-old. The song Jesus Loves The Little Children took on a whole new meaning for me.
This is a testimony I will never forget. I pray that it may somehow bless your life such as God has blessed mine.