Last night, while my wife and I were having family prayer, I felt an prompting deep within my soul. I recoiled in terror at the urging, because I knew that obedience would be a horrible mistake–one I’d regret for years to come. I felt the doom in my bones, all the way down to my very soul. And yet, I relented, and a wave of fear and sorrow washed over me as I uttered those fateful words:
“Dear Father, please help us to be humble.”
Today, at approximately 2:09 PM, I pulled out of the parking terrace in my office building en route to a doctor’s appointment. 50 feet later, and as I failed to come to a complete stop at the red light, one of the greatest streaks in the history of mankind came to an end: After 27 consecutive pull-overs without a citation, I got a ticket.
I know I’m not the only one with such a story, so let’s hear them.