A week or so ago I was driving down the road chewing on the plastic lid to a soda bottle (don't ask me why, I have no good reason), when I was jarred after I hit a bad spot in the road causing the cap to go a little farther down my throat than I was expecting. I coughed it out quickly but it caused me to realize how stupid of a thing it was to be chewing on a bottle cap. Had I been a bit unluckier I could have died either from the choking hazard or the accident that would have surely resulted as I was trying to dislodge it. Wouldn't that be a strange obituary? I could imagine my family trying to explain it to folks how I had died. As I reflected on this bit of my own foolishness, it got me to thinking how many times a day, I could have almost died. So for the next week, I did just that. Any time a car pulled out in front of me (or I pulled out in front of someone), anytime I went down some stairs, or unplugged some...
The Preacher sought to find delightful words and to write words of truth correctly.