Memoir | Devil's Triangle | Part V of VI

I had just participated in the holy rite of baptism, a significant milestone in my spiritual journey. My mother and cherished late aunt cautioned me that the Devil would relentlessly challenge my faith in God and His son, Jesus, often in subtle and unexpected ways.

As I prepared for my trip to Bridgetown, Barbados, I realized this would be my first true test of faith, especially since I would be flying over the infamous Bermuda Triangle, often called the Devil’s Triangle.

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I met with my supervisor, Mr. Hertzberg, who briefed me on my upcoming official trip to Bridgetown. Unbeknownst to me, this tropical paradise was near the Devil’s Triangle.

Curiously, Mr. Hertzberg inquired if I feared flying over the enigmatic Devil’s Triangle region.

His question left me perplexed, and I responded hesitantly,

“Yes, perhaps I am afraid.”

“I’m not entirely sure.”

“Maybe Christ Jesus will protect me from the clutches of the Devil.”

I struggled to find the right words to answer his query.

With a grave expression, Mr. Hertzberg solemnly declared,

“You are scheduled to fly over the Devil’s Triangle to Bridgetown. I suggest you seek the prayers of your pastor.”

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Why did Mr. Hertzberg appear so serious when discussing my flight over the Devil’s Triangle? Did he believe that I was destined to perish due to the mysterious occurrences that had taken place in that area?

His words instilled fear within me.

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During the briefing trip, I found it difficult to concentrate as my mind raced to recall news reports about the perplexing phenomena that had transpired in the Caribbean’s watery abyss.

Determined to alleviate my anxiety, I resolved to research the Devil’s Triangle after the meeting.

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According to Wikipedia, the Devil’s Triangle is “a region in the western part of the North Atlantic Ocean where some aircraft and ships are said to have disappeared under mysterious circumstances.”

The realization of this new, concrete information only heightened my worries as my flight was just a day away.

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Instead of relying solely on the prayers of a pastor, I decided it was time to pray for myself. After all, a pastor would not be by my side if I were involved in a car accident and on the brink of death. I needed to learn how to pray independently.

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As I left my house to head to the airport, I prayed the “Lord’s Prayer” and Psalm 91, “God is a Refuge and a Fortress.” I fervently quoted each scripture aloud, hoping Christ Jesus would hear His Word reverberate to Him.

At that moment, my faith wavered. I was still a novice in my belief in Christianity and struggled to comprehend the essence of faith. I was like an infant, nourishing myself with spiritual milk.

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Although I had not yet embarked on studying the Holy Bible scriptures, I faithfully attended church services, where I encountered the well-known scripture about faith the size of a mustard seed.

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With a fraction of faith, I boarded a direct flight from Baltimore/Washington International Thurgood Marshall Airport to Bridgetown, Barbados. No work-related concerns occupied my mind before the flight, leaving me ample time to fret about traveling over the Devil’s Triangle.

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As the plane soared through the skies, I grappled with the notion of mortality.

Once again, my faith faltered, and I contemplated the possibility that, having been baptized in the name of Christ Jesus, He would summon me to Heaven should I perish in the Devil’s Triangle.

And then it happened — the airplane’s pilot announced that we were flying directly over the Devil’s Triangle!

I stole glances out the window, marveling at the breathtaking expanse of the clear blue sea, all the while wondering when and how my death would arrive:

 Would a swirling vortex of water ensnare the aircraft, plunging us into the depths of the ocean?

 Would the Devil orchestrate a catastrophic explosion, snuffing out our lives instantaneously?

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I anticipated the captain’s announcement, revealing our abduction by an enigmatic force.

Yet, nothing of the sort occurred.

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To my immense relief, the plane touched down safely in Bridgetown.

I had survived!

I thought that Jesus heard my prayers and served as my “refuge and fortress” as I crossed the Devil’s Triangle.

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This had been my first test of faith, and I felt a sense of defeat as fear lingered in my thoughts again.

I worried if I would survive the return flight to Washington!

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