Fragility
I saw something yesterday that I wish I had not. I was having a conversation with a friend, when a motorcyclist came up the street and failed to see that traffic was stopped. Glenise actually saw the incident (I was facing toward her, so I only heard it).
What I saw was that unforgettable moment when the motorcyclist stood up from the wreck, walked a few steps as though nothing was wrong, and then crumpled to the ground. People were with him almost immediately, and probably a half-hour later, they took him by ambulance to the hospital.
Since then, I’ve prayed for the driver several times, but I’ve thought countless times about the amazing fragility of life. It should terrify us to realize that we are not in control. Like all of us, he never thought his afternoon would end that way, but it did. I hope he is grateful to be alive.
We live our lives by faith, and even in the most difficult times, we live our lives in the shelter of God’s grace. I’ve been thinking about the truth in this, and I thought you should, too.