My son, Pastor Jeff Crawley, had a miracle from God in 2004 that spared his life. I would like to share his testimony. He is now the pastor of the Clay Hill Church of God in Middleburg FL.

"Sunday, August 29, 2004 we were in service at the Venus Church of God where I was the pastor. During the service, God spoke to me and told me to have the church pray for me because something bad was going to happen. That is definitely not what I wanted to hear, but I simply obeyed God. Two weeks went by without a hitch. Saturday, September 11, I awoke to find that a concrete truck was across the road from the parsonage. We had originally planned to have concrete poured that day, but impending hurricanes had caused us to call and cancel. Apparently someone didn’t get the memo. I sprang out of bed and told my wife to go ahead and call the men of the church and we would go ahead and do it since the concrete was here. I ran across the street to tell the driver where to back his truck. He said OK and I turned to go back across the street. The next solid memory I have is of lying on my back in my front yard with my wife and another friend hovering over me, crying and praying. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “You got hit by a van,” my wife said. Turns out that as I was crossing the road a mini-van carrying eleven people struck me going approximately 55mph, flipped me on top of the van, and carried me 80 yards down the road. The driver eventually managed to throw me off onto the road and escaped. Witnesses say I lay on the side of the road for a little while then sat up, looked around, arose and began to walk back to the parsonage. I collapsed in the front yard and was unconscious for about 25 minutes. The ambulance finally got there and rushed me to the emergency room. My memory was shaky at best. I was having trouble remembering what had even happened the night before. Then satan began to attack my mind. He told me I would not be able to remember anything. He told me that I had forgotten the Bible. I’ve grown up in the Church of God since I was a baby. Satan told me that everything I had ever learned in Sunday School and church was gone. I lay there and pleaded with God for help. I could picture myself standing before my church and telling them I had to resign because I no longer knew the Bible. I tried to remember a Bible verse, any verse, but none would come. I began to pray, “ God, please help me.” That is when the Holy Ghost came on the scene. The Bible says John 14:26, “But the Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, whom the Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all things, and bring all things to your remembrance, whatsoever I have said unto you.” As I lay there begging God for help, the Holy Ghost brought a scripture to my mind. That scripture was Psalms 118:17, “I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the LORD.” As they wheeled me in to the MRI room a tear was rolling down my face. The nurses saw me crying and asked was I OK. For the first time since I had been struck I could say with out a doubt, “I’m going to be fine”. Several hours, x-rays, and MRI’s later the report came in. Miraculously I had no broken bones, no internal injuries of any kind. The one concern was a concussion and a little dark spot on the brain from where I had hit the road head first. The hospital didn’t deem it severe enough to admit me so they sent me home. I didn’t get two miles down the road when I began to feel extremely nauseas. Right there in the car I passed out cold. I awoke to the sounds of my family crying, praying, and speaking in other tongues as the Spirit gave them the utterance. The instance that I awoke the nausea was gone, and I felt in my body that I was healed. They took me back to the hospital which in turn, took me by ambulance to Orlando Regional Medical Center. When I got to there, the swelling in my head was completely gone. They took another MRI. The doctor came back to tell me that whatever they saw at the other hospital on my head was completely gone now. God had performed the healing. The next day I walked out of the hospital. The lead investigator in the case called my Dad and asked how I was doing. My dad told him I was doing well. He asked, “What did they do for his head; it was so swollen?” My dad told him how God had touched me. Two weeks or so later the lead investigator called me to check on me. He told me, “You are a miracle.” He said that all he does is investigate accidents. He saw the van and said this person who got hit must be dead. He told me that for me to have no broken bones, no internal injuries, and no brain damage was, without a doubt, a miracle from God. I picked up the police report and saw where they had listed my initial injuries as a 4. I checked the number chart and found out the 5 stood for fatality. I can tell you that God brought me back from death’s door. God knew what was going to happen long before it ever took place. He warned me, prepared me, but most importantly, He kept me."