INTRODUCTION

 When we think of protection, generally our first thoughts are of bodily protection, yet protection spans many dimensions: physical, mental, emotional and relational. All of these impact the ultimate safety and survival of the person who is on the front lines of life or the battle field.

I have never fought in a war, but I know what it means to live in peril. I was never an M.B (Military Brat), but I was a close kin by virtue of knowing the struggles of constant moving due to being an M.K. (Missionary Kid). We’d be back in furlough and just when I was starting to make some new friends, we’d be off again.

 I grew up in Papua New Guinea amongst reformed cannibals. By the end of the 1970’s the country was still precarious and considered to be at the time, the most dangerous place to live in the world, second only to Cambodia which was then being ravaged by the Khmer Rouge regime.

I come from a family of pioneers who have traveled and lived in some dangerous lands. My grandfather was the first Caucasian to enter cannibal territory and come out alive; my mother nearly  became a human sacrifice in Haiti, my dad has had numerous close encounters including an axe to his neck, my sister narrowly escaped a bevy of arrows and I’ve had a knife to my throat.

Several years ago, I was invited to go to Nigeria to speak at a convention. The posters and advertising was out and they were expecting about 10,000 people to attend. Just before I was due to leave, I got a call from a C.I.A. officer who said, “Don’t go.” Then he followed up by telling me, “I’ve been to many nations in the course of my work and even with my training, I couldn’t wait to get out of that country.”

However, duty called and in my spirit, I still felt the green light to go, so the trip went ahead. When we got to the airport and were greeted by a bevy of guard escorts in military attire carrying AK47 machine guns, I didn’t know whether to feel comforted… or apprehensive. Then, because of a punctured tire, we had to stop along a lonely stretch of road and disembark. The guards pranced around beside me, nervously looking in one direction and then the next. I wondered, should I be worried?

The trip opened my eyes for the need for caution, but nevertheless we remained safe. The purpose of this book is not to cause one to throw all caution to the wind or to encourage one to think that they will be protected no matter how reckless they choose to be.

Rather, the intent is to build your expectation and faith for providential physical protection when in the call of necessary duty, you encounter peril. There are times, when despite our best efforts to be prudent, outside assistance is necessary. My hope is that these stories (almost all first-hand accounts of either myself or my family), will also give you the emotional and psychological buoyancy to forge the frame of mind needed to stand strong when under fire. That conscious decision to trust will in and of itself form a barrier of broad spectrum protection.

When I had that knife to my throat, I couldn’t have survived without a strong internal fortification already in place. Had I not read books like this one on the power of supernatural protection, I doubt if I would have handled it as well.

Our approach to danger and our beliefs about protection are almost (if not more so), as important as any physical defensive and offensive measures.  For this reason, if you have a loved one who is living in hazardous conditions, especially if they are on the frontline of battle, I hope you will read this book and then pass it on to them.

These stories of protection are close to my heart because for many of them, I was able to be there to see these miracles in action. I know the gamut of emotions that accompanies danger. I believe in the need for protection of the body and the soul. As you will read, we faced some very real threats to our physical lives, but psychological protection played a vital a role in eventually returning to the United States relatively unscathed.

This book is also written for the family members who must stay on the sidelines while their loved ones face danger or other crushing pressures of life. When my dad had to travel through gang-infested territories, we had to stay home, wait and pray. Without phone contact, it could be weeks before we knew if he was safe… if he’d ever return again. Not knowing what was happening was sometimes the worst feeling of all. Though we had our own share of dangers closer to home, at times we even felt guilty, not being there to share what he had to endure alone.

What bears remembering is that if we are fighting for the cause of freedom, either here or abroad, we are all heroes. Liberty is not won by one. It is established by the battle cry of many, working together – regardless of color, creed or country, calling in unison for a peaceful world. To that end, we join forces.

"By liberty I mean the assurance
that every man shall be protected
in doing what he believes is his duty.”

-          Lord Acton

“Let us, then, fellow citizens,
unite with one heart and one mind.
Let us restore to social intercourse
that harmony and affection without which liberty
and even life itself are but dreary things.”

- Thomas Jefferson

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