Life is fragile and uncertain. My brother Ted was reminded of that last Friday morning as the car he was riding in was hit broadside, ripping off the driver's door. His boss Tom was driving him to work on the day of Juneau's first frost. They were going 55 on a divided highway when they saw an out-of-control pick-up in the oncoming lanes. The truck spun around on the ice and shot through the guardrail and across the median like a cannon ball, and slammed into Tom's car. The force of the crash pushed them into a panel truck in the next lane; it was that panel truck that prevented them from ending up in the bay. And it all happened in the blink of an eye.
Except for little cuts all over from broken glass, Ted is fine. His boss was air-lifted to Seattle because of the severity of his injuries, including a broken hip. Both men are grateful to be alive.
We don't know what the next moment will bring. Good thing, too, or we'd spend our lives trying to manipulate the circumstances to our own advantage. Aren't you glad our times are in God's hands? (Psalm 31:15) We don't know what the next moment will bring, but we don't have to. God does.
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