When someone was cycling home in Holland they had a dilema. It was night-time and it was illegal to cycle without a front light. This person was not Dutch and did not know who to contact or ask for help and yet still had to get home. So she prayed that she wouldn’t meet a policeman on her journey home and set off. She then saw a policeman in the distance and started to panic and hoped that he wouldn’t see her. She looked down at the lamp on her bike and it was now on, as she passed the policeman and looked at her bike light it had gone off again.
When a minibus broke down in the middle of the night on a lonely, unlit country road in Bedfordshire in the middle of nowhere. The two young men tried to push start it with no success at all. One of them decided to ask God for help while getting his breath back after an arduous, pointless and unproductive stint at pushing. As he prayed he looked down the road and suddenly there was a man walking towards them. When he finally arrived he asked what did we want, we told him and he helped one of them to push while the other jumped in the driving seat. The two pushed and the minibus sprung into life. The other person jumped into the passenger seat ready to drive off before the minibus stalled again. They quickly looked round to give this stranger a lift who was clearly going in their direction and he was no where to be seen. The road was long and straight and there were no turnoffs or paths. He had disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.