“We are taking every thought captive to the obedience of Christ” (2 Corinthians 10:5).
“Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable to Thee, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer” (Psalm 19:14).
The thought that flitted through my brain that night scares me to this day.
It had rained heavily the previous day, the kind of West Texas downpour they write books about. Next morning, very early–4 am or something–I was leaving the Alto Frio Baptist Campground for a very long drive home (to central Mississippi). Anyone familiar with that remote retreat facility knows that the main route calls for you to drive down a highway and then cross over to a secondary highway. Oddly, that crossover is a humble, one-lane road of perhaps half a mile. Equally odd, the bridge curves as it passes over the small creek. I made this drive several times that week so was familiar with it.
So, now, four o’clock in the morning, it is pitch black out there, and as I am about to turn off the first highway and drive the narrow lane over to the main highway, I notice the entire area is flooded. I mean completely submerged. Assuming the bridge was still there, it would be flooded also.
Can you believe that I pulled off the highway and started to drive that way? The thought actually hit me that I can do this, that I know where the road is, even though I can’t see it. Suddenly my senses returned. “What are you doing? You can’t see the road, it’s all under water, the water is rushing downstream, and the bridge isn’t even straight! This would be pure suicide.”
I backed out, took the longer route, and drove home with no problem.
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