Years ago, while driving from Tacoma to Phoenix on a cold, clear winter night, I was passing Mount Hood, as a full moon rose over the mountain’s peak. I gazed out the driver’s-side window, awed by the spectacle, and as I basked in the beauty of it something suddenly dawned on me; I was looking at the mountain and moon through the windshield of my pickup.
Unknowingly, while gawking at the awesome scene, I’d come upon a patch of black ice, and was spinning out of control counterclockwise.
There I was, believing I was gliding down the highway, and suddenly—due to not focusing on what was important—I found myself slip sliding away.
At times, when we fail to stay focused on God, we will be distracted by things of this world, and suddenly realize we’re going the wrong direction, out of control, and headed for trouble.
Miraculously, without any action by me, the pickup went full circle and was facing the right direction just as I reached the end of the patch of ice.
I pulled over at the next roadside rest area and attempted to calm my nerves. I even tried to sleep, but my eyes were stuck wide-open, so after I stopped shaking, I continued my journey.
I press on toward the goal for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:14