I was driving to the church (my place of work) one night, taking the usual road, when up ahead there was a parade of lights: fire, ambulance, and police. A cop had the road blocked, forcing me into unfamiliar territory.

I had to get my bearings.

Just when I’m mindlessly coasting through life, something unexpected makes me change course,

Or repent.

Or forgive.

Or open my mind…and heart.

These interruptions hold me accountable to the sober life. They slap me upside the head and remind me that I love my wife, or that God has a plan, or that I am truly blessed.

I’m thankful for these interruptions.


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