Far too close…but God!

Maybe you were in one of the northbound cars I met on Highway Nine between eight and eight-thirty that Monday morning. You couldn’t have known, and neither could I, that with every rotation, all five bolts on my front tire, driver’s side, got looser. That at any moment every single …

Hit or miss – God is present

The clock said near midnight, and the speedometer read 100 km/hr. Snow fell lightly, giving just enough sheen in our headlight stream to slightly decrease visibility. And all down that dark country highway Friend Glenda and I munched popcorn and chatted to stay awake. She peered intently through the windshield …