So. I was just in a car accident. Okay, so it actually was totally not dramatic, and was really just a fender bender (literally). I was getting ready to turn out of our subdivision street onto a major street, and a girl in a truck was turning from the major street onto the subdivision street and took it too wide and clipped me.
I was in the Saturn, naturally. As my mom pointed out, that would never have happened if I’d been in The Mazda. It will never die.
It’s fairly minor damage, well, minor in that the car is still quite drivable and the airbag didn’t deploy (to Daniel’s vicarious disappointment). Oh, yeah, and I’m okay. Still probably a couple of thousand bucks though, because the hood is a little bent and the fender is busted up. That’s what insurance is for, though.
In other, much cooler, news! About a month and a half ago, I invited some people over for lunch after church; a couple, the girl I was briefly acquainted with and the guy I hadn’t ever met, and a family who we are friends with. Afterward, Daniel asked me why I invited the specific people I had chosen, and I really couldn’t tell him because I didn’t know. I had just seen them at church and felt inclined to invite them.
He asked because as it turned out, the gathering seemed kind of fateful. The guy I hadn’t met before, Dean, ended up talking to our other friends extensively, and we found out that afternoon that he wasn’t a “church person” and that he didn’t even know if there was a God at all. It had been his first time attending our church, and then for no (human) reason we can pinpoint, he ended up at our house with interesting, engaging Christians who started interesting, engaging dialogues with him.
Imagine my surprise Saturday night at our Experience service when he started asking Brian how one goes about becoming a pastor in our church! It turns out he became a Christian, and not only that, but now feels called to become a pastor! Wild, huh? Now that’s an adrenaline rush!
