11 times God intervened directly in Ben Carsons life, according to Ben Carson
My mind reached toward God — a desperate yearning, begging, clinging to Him. “Either help me understand what kind of work I ought to do, or else perform some kind of miracle and help me pass this exam.”
From that moment on, I felt at peace. I had no answer. God didn’t break through my haze of depression and flash a picture in front of me. Yet I knew that whatever happened, everything was going to be all right.
It was nearly 10:00 p.m., and I was tired. . . . “Ben, you have to try,” I said aloud. “You have to do everything you can.”
I sat down for the next two hours and pored through my thick chemistry textbook, memorizing formulas and equations that I thought might help. No matter what happened during the exam, I would go into it determined to do the best I could. I’d fail but, I consoled myself, at least I’d have a high fail. . . .
Midnight. The words on the page blurred, and my mind refused to take in any more information. I flopped into my bed and whispered in the darkness. “God, I’m sorry. Please forgive me for failing You and for failing myself.” Then I slept.
While I slept I had a strange dream, and, when I awakened in the morning, it remained as vivid as if it had actually happened. In the dream I was sitting in the chemistry lecture hall, the only person there. The door opened, and a nebulous figure walked into the room, stopped at the board, and started working out chemistry problems. I took notes of everything he wrote.
When I awakened, I recalled most of the problems, and I hurriedly wrote them down before they faded from memory. A few of the answers actually did fade but, still remembering the problems, I looked them up in my textbook. I knew quite a bit about psychology so assumed I was still trying to work out unresolved problems during my sleep.
I dressed, ate breakfast, and went to the chemistry lecture room with a feeling of resignation. . . . Hurriedly, I skimmed through the booklet, laughing silently, confirming what I suddenly knew. The exam problems were identical to those written by the shadowy dream figure in my sleep.
I knew the answer to every question on the first page. “Piece of cake,” I mumbled as my pencil flew to write the solutions. The first page finished, I turned to the next page, and again the first problem was one I had seen written on the board in my dream. I could hardly believe it.
I didn’t stop to analyze what was happening. I was so excited to know correct answers that I worked quickly, almost afraid to lose what I remembered. Near the end of the test, where my dream recall began to weaken, I didn’t get every single problem. But it was enough. I knew I would pass.
“God, You pulled off a miracle,” I told Him as I left the classroom. “And I make a promise to you that I’ll never put you in that situation again.”
–Ben Carson, “Gifted Hands”
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