Driving home from a restful, restorative weekend getaway, Dan and I were suddenly startled by the roar of three sports motorcycles as they swerved out to pass us on the winding, two-lane road. Adrenaline spiked by the auditory onslaught, we remarked that this was so dangerous; we had seen so many accidents on that road because of reckless driving.
Sure enough, as we rounded the next bend, two riders were nowhere in sight while the third – no motorcycle in view – lay on his back in the middle of the road. The first to arrive, we called 9-1-1 and went to speak to him, assess his condition, and help to calm him while we awaited emergency services. Two neighbors who had also seen him lying there came over to help locate his bike (in the ditch) and belongings. Sitting beside him, holding his hand, I asked “Do you know Jesus?” … A quiet “No.” … “Is it okay if I pray for you?” … “Okay.” So, I did. So did Dan.