The subject of faith is a hard subject for me. It isn’t hard speaking on faith. Nor is hard to claim my faith of believing in God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit. My issue is that I never want to push it on someone.
Having faith is the most critical element in my life. Ever since I was kid, I knew I was going to give my life to God but I didn’t know when, how or where. Since I grew up in the church, I always felt it was inevitable. However, this isn’t about my salvation. That’s a different blog.
I wanted to focus on faith because we all believe in something. And no, I’m not judging what you believe. That’s between you and your god. As for my God, I know who he is and we have a special relationship. For me, it’s not a religion. My personal relationship of the faith I have supersedes everything and anything in my world. This is why I don’t push my belief systems, because I wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for His grace and mercy.
Here’s just one of my testimonies.
On a Joint Marine operation in the Philippines with the Pilipino Marines, we had an official drill mission to onboard tanks on the ship and do an amphibious assault to the beach. Once my team and I boarded our tank, we started to get comfortable and get some rest. For me, I would always would kill time by speaking with the crew.
In this instance, the crew was fun and engaging. We joked about how they were going to save me if the tank malfunctioned since I wasn’t a strong swimmer, but I needn’t to worry because it was one of the best tanks on board. Right before the debarking of the tanks, we were told to switch at the last moment. Typical military hurry up and wait; silly changes at the last moment.
Our next crew was just as fun, but the tank was the dependable ‘Ole Faithful’ of the bunch. The crew member said, “She’s just like a Cadillac.” And within a few moments, the drill had begun.
After we hit the water, besides the diesel fumes odor in the cabin, all was fine. About halfway to the beach, the water began to rise. The water began to slowly creep past our ankles. The tank crew started to move with with a panic. I asked the main crew leader what was going on, and he explained very quietly the main bilge pump wasn’t working and others will failing. As the water continued to rise, my Marines begun to panic. The water only had approximately 3-5 inches before the tank would have begun to sink, and our only hope was to hold our breath until we hit the bottom to create an air pocket.
By this point, I didn’t know how many minutes had gone by, but the water was getting to a point where we could no longer remain safe. We had a couple of inches before the ‘Cadillac’ was going down. Within a few seconds, the chief said there was another tank on its way and was only a couple of minutes out.
Without any more scary details, I made it safe and sound on the beach. The drill went on without us, but not without taking a life of a young Philippine Marine. Saddened to realize that death was near, but my God saved me to have a life, a family, and a future.
As an internal processor, I keep my feelings within. Therefore, I wasn’t showing any signs of trauma or stress. I was just thankful. One of my Marines—who was also my next door neighbor in our barracks, which he also became a friend—told me that I was his angel. I told him that it was all God.
My Faith Never Fails. My God is good all the time. And all the time, God is good.
I write this because my business is personal. My struggles are for your gain. No strings attached.
Nathan A. Webster, MBA