Gardner, Jeanne - l was told to brace myself for a rough ride
Type of spiritual experienceHallucination
A description of the experience
A Grain of Mustard – by Jeanne Gardner as told to Beatrice Moore
Once airborne, Mr. Schrock inquired about my comfort. I assured him I was fine and asked him what the weather would be like while we were aloft. He, in turn, asked Mr. Kieffer, who grinned and replied, "Never better-nothing but blue skies ahead."
My face revealed my skepticism, so the two men began to tease me about my fears of flying. I explained that I had no fear; it was just that the Voice had said, "Rain will hit your windowpane."
I knew it sounded strange even as I said it, and I was inwardly embarrassed for having brought this into the conversation with two men who hadn't known me long enough to have been aware first hand of the Voice and the deep-rooted faith I had in what I heard.
We had been up about an hour when, despite the clear skies above, the rain splashed against the windshield. The skies remained clear, and the sun still shone. Then in a few moments we were once again flying through clear weather with only the sunshine and blue skies. Mr. Kieffer shook his head from side to side. "I can't understand it, but I'm beginning to believe that you know what you're talking about. Do you have anything else you want to tell me?"
"Well," I began hesitantly, "l was told to brace myself for a rough ride."
This brought a smile from the pilot. "You might be right, but I doubt whether it will be anything to worry about. There is absolutely no turbulence between here and Iowa. Just sit back and enjoy the flight."
The one thing I did not reveal and could not bring myself to think about was the prophecy of the Voice that there would be a collision of two planes in mid-air over Iowa near where Mr. Kieffer lives. So I sat back and continued my conversation with Mr. Schrock, using the quiet periods for praying.
Suddenly the plane dropped sharply, then leveled, then bounced like a wagon on a rough road. This discomfort didn't startle me as much as thinking about the third prophecy. Yet I was afraid to reveal what I had heard for fear that it would startle our pilot. So I "put on a happy face" and hoped for the best.
I can't begin to say how thankful I was when our plane descended at our destination and taxied across the field to a safe and comfortable halt. Walking to the terminal building, I told the men about the third prophecy. They both laughed and agreed that I had used good judgment in not mentioning it to them.
That evening the Schrocks and I were being entertained at dinner at the home of the Kieffers, and I was looking forward to meeting Governor Hughes for the first time. No sooner had I been made comfortable in the living room when Gene Kieffer asked me if I had heard the evening news report.
When I stated that I had not, he informed me that two planes had collided in mid-air over Le Mars, Iowa, that afternoon shortly after we had landed.
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Observation contributed by: Margaret Booth