I got a phone call from my son yesterday. It was another one of those that began with I'm OK but...you know the kind...unfortunately we all get them. He had been in an intense ambush. They were on a regular patrol when they were hit from both sides. The Taliban has gotten better over time. An RPG round smashed through the driver side door of his vehicle and exploded in the engine box throwing shrapnel throughout the cab of his Humvee. The driver took a lot of shrapnel and was immediately out. Two others in the cab took shrapnel as well. In addition to the shrapnel the gunner took a machine gun round in the finger.
Somehow my son escape without even a scratch...We are doing a series on Miracles at Mountain Lake Church...you better know that I believe in them. We get them every day in the Putman's household.
Back to the ambush...my son and the other troops were immediately out of the Humvee with their weapons blazing. The ambush was spoiled. The medic took care of the injured driver as my son positioned himself between them and the ambush in a defensive position. I can't tell you how proud I am of my son.
God's son Jesus also took a defensive position for us. It was on a cross where he was nail to a tree guarding us from the gates of Hell. He too was proud..."This is my beloved son, in who I am well pleased".
I thank God this morning for the safety of my son. I pray for the driver and the other two that was flown to a nearby base for medical care. I am so grateful of our miracle. I am once again reminded of Jesus great sacrifice and what Christmas is all about.
