I was in an accident this evening. A young guy ran into the back of me when I was turning into the church driveway. He was going very fast. I was going slow, turning into the driveway, and he hit the left back of my pickup truck. He went by me, rolling over several times and into the far ditch upside down. Initially, I was a bit dazed, but I got my wits about myself and pulled the pickup into the driveway off the road. I got out and called 911. While I was talking on the phone, several cars stopped, and several guys pulled the fellow out of the car; he seemed fine. It was just a few minutes, and there were three ambulances and about four police cars, all with lights going, with many vehicles coming into our driveway for AWANA and the Wednesday night service. I was supposed to preach tonight, but I was feeling a little disoriented and decided to go home. I am now sitting in my recliner, taking some ibuprofen, and getting stiff and sore in my shoulders and neck. I am glad that I was in my pickup. His little car didn’t push it too far, but he was going so fast. Had I been in my Kia Rio, I am unsure how I would have fared. It is so nice being a Christian and having a high level of trust in God’s sovereignty and protection over my life. It wasn’t my time yet. Well, I would write some more but I am getting sleepy so talk to you tomorrow.