I live in a relatively quiet neighborhood. Gratefully, a low crime city. It's not unusual to see people out taking a stroll on a warm night. However, it's rare to stroll after midnight.
I turned in early, God has made it clear, no more 14 hour work days, six days a week. I agreed, whole heartedly.
Now, for most people, we fall into a deep sleep just before dawn. REM, as it's called. There I am going deep. It's about 2:30 A.M. I hear a voice outside yelling, "Hey! Hey! Two little boys! Hey! Hey!" I'm awaken, I manage to peer out the window.
There was a man standing in front of my neighbors house, besides a pile of burning debri. I looked at their house, and from my upper vantage point, I see inside their enclosed porch. It's burning inside!
My first cry was "My neighbors! Jesus my neighbors!" In a half-wake daze, I grab my phone and dial 911. Several police cars pull up first. I think, because, when I was talking to 911, I mention a man yelling outside in front of my neighbor's house.
My neighbors didn't hear a thing....
The man happened to be just passing by and saw the flames. His only way to call for help was to use his voice...that got me...to call for help. And, all the while I'm praying.
Think about that chain of events. Undoubtably God's watchful eye. Amazingly, the fire department arrived so fast, and the fire itself seemed to be contained by God's hand. It should have spread much further. I heard the man explain seeing the two little boys who started the fire. Apparently, they were known by the neighbor's kids.
My neighbors are fine. I remember, the officers talking to the man, and releasing him. I still see him walking calmly away, disappearing into the night.