MORRIS CERULLO SCHOOL OF MINISTRY, JAKARTA, 13 JULY - 20 JULY 1984
Miracle at the Airport: A Race Against Time
By Yee Gerard
It was Wednesday, July 11, 1984, a bright, sunny day. My flight to Jogjakarta was scheduled for 2:20 p.m., and I arrived at the airport around 11:45 a.m., feeling calm and excited. I went to the conference area to greet my friend and his group. We chatted as we waited for the check-in counters to open, unaware that within an hour, my day would turn into a race against time.
At 12:35 p.m., I reached into my small bag to prepare for check-in. And then… my heart sank. My passport had expired a month ago. Panic gripped me. The line was forming quickly, and everyone was hurrying. I couldn’t board the plane without it. I told my friend to watch my luggage and bolted toward the Federal Building, two kilometers away, where the Immigration Department was located.
I arrived at 1:15 p.m., lunch hour in full swing. At the desk sat an officer, quietly sipping his coffee. My voice trembled as I pleaded, “Sir, please help me! My passport has expired, and I have a flight at 2:20 p.m. today!” At that moment, I prayed silently, asking God to bless this officer so he could assist me.
The officer looked up calmly and asked, “How much did it cost?” I told him, “$600, sir.” Without hesitation, he handed me a form to sign. I signed it, my heart overflowing with gratitude and silent prayers of thanks. Within minutes, he returned my passport, now valid for three more months, asking for just $5.
I dashed out, catching a cab, my mind racing and my heart pounding. By 1:50 p.m., I reached the airport. “Praise God, I made it!” I exclaimed. My friend, anxiously waiting, told me the flight had been postponed to 3:00 p.m. I checked in my bags, boarded the plane, and finally exhaled.
Looking back, I realize how miraculous it was. Every detail—the kind officer, the timely flight delay, the speed of the process—was orchestrated. That day, I saw God’s hand guiding me, protecting me, and answering my prayers in ways I could never have planned.
It was a vivid reminder that in moments of crisis, God’s providence is real and always present.
— Yee Gerard
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