Close Call

If today was your last day

And tomorrow was too late

Could you say goodbye to yesterday?

Would you live each moment like your last?

Leave old pictures in the past

Donate every dime you have?

If today was your last day.

{Nickelback, "If Today Was Your Last Day"}

Earlier this week I was driving south on the 101 and I noticed something in the lane next to me. It looked like an over-sized hockey puck, round and black. First I saw it in the roadway and then I saw it as it was picked up by another car's tire and thrown at my car, just like a hockey puck is shot at the goal.

Alarming. Scary. Breath-taking (but not in a good way). Immediately I moved to the slow lane and exited the freeway on the next off-ramp to assess the damage. I also called my super-handy husband and he met me and swapped vehicles just in case the windshield didn’t hold.

"Holy cow! Talk about a close call!" I thought. And then my mind began to wander. Six inches lower, and it would have been at eye level.

I was so lucky. Or was I unlucky?

What are the odds of having an object thrown at your windshield so hard that it smashes it, throwing glass all over the car??

Whether you choose to view things in your life as lucky or unlucky is not really the point. The point is that at any moment, that over-sized hockey puck could be six inches lower and flying at you instead of me on the freeway. Not one person that died on the freeway last week was planning on it. Are you ready for eternity?

My Southern Baptist roots are seeping out in this post, but it has been heavy on my heart to share these thoughts. If today was your last day, do you know for sure where you would spend eternity? If you don’t, it’s not too late. To read the plan of salvation and my own personal testimony, visit my Faith page. And if you have any questions or would like to speak to me directly, please leave a comment with your e-mail address and I will contact you ASAP.