p.s. i met ron luce yesterday
Just hearing about the immorality thriving in our generation today is enough to motivate me to spread the Word of God. Acquire the Fire always fuels me in that way. But when I go back to the regular Southport day, it's just hard to see life as a "spiritual battle." Classmates hear the truth everyday from our teacher, but it's evidently blocked out. It's hard for the urgency to seem real.
Then today, Mommmmy picked me up from school in somewhat of a hurry. We turned around the curb with our trademark van, and just as we began to pick up speed, this bike rider comes out of nowhere. I thought it would only be a close call. But before I knew it his bike banged up against the side of our van, his head smashed into our rear view mirror, and his face slid on the window across from me. I heard him yell and Alexis scream. The first words out of my Mom's mouth were "Father in Heaven!" and mine was, "Jesus."
I hate it how it's only when things get serious or emotional, that I truly seek the Lord.
Anyways, he passed out after being thrown off his bike into the middle of the street, and Southport parents came rushing to his side. His breathing was rough, and his nose began bleeding. It took forever to actually reach 911, but the paramedics came soon after. Some cop questioned me, my sister, and of course my mom.
I think he lived. We'll be notified tomorrow, but imagine if he didn't.
Life is obviously very fragile. And I guess close encounters like that really hit it home for me. Despite my inability to see it at times, the need for salvation is urgent and very real.
Then today, Mommmmy picked me up from school in somewhat of a hurry. We turned around the curb with our trademark van, and just as we began to pick up speed, this bike rider comes out of nowhere. I thought it would only be a close call. But before I knew it his bike banged up against the side of our van, his head smashed into our rear view mirror, and his face slid on the window across from me. I heard him yell and Alexis scream. The first words out of my Mom's mouth were "Father in Heaven!" and mine was, "Jesus."
I hate it how it's only when things get serious or emotional, that I truly seek the Lord.
Anyways, he passed out after being thrown off his bike into the middle of the street, and Southport parents came rushing to his side. His breathing was rough, and his nose began bleeding. It took forever to actually reach 911, but the paramedics came soon after. Some cop questioned me, my sister, and of course my mom.
I think he lived. We'll be notified tomorrow, but imagine if he didn't.
Life is obviously very fragile. And I guess close encounters like that really hit it home for me. Despite my inability to see it at times, the need for salvation is urgent and very real.