I was coming home one dark and stormy night when a car right in front of me lost control, spun into the center divider and broke in half. I was drunk as fuck. Coming home from seeing my now ex-wife. I hit the brakes but it was already too late. It was raining and even if I had stomped on the brakes, I would’ve slid into the wreckage anyways. Yet somehow, the car (a Camaro) broke apart right in front of me and I sailed right through the middle of an exploding car , the front half went in front of me and the back half went behind me and not a single part of that car hit mine. I braced for impact but the impact never came, Not even a scratch.

That was the beginning of my getting right with God.

I was coming home one dark and stormy night when a car right in front of me lost control, spun into the center divider and broke in half right. I was drunk as fuck. Coming home from seeing my now ex-wife. I hit the brakes but it was already too late. It was raining and even if I had stomped on the brakes, I would’ve slid into the wreckage anyways. Yet somehow, the car (a Camaro) broke apart right in front of me and I sailed right through the middle of an exploding car , the front half went in front of me and the back half went behind me and not a single part of that car hit mine. I braced for impact but the impact never came, Not even a scratch.

That was the beginning of my getting right with God.

I was coming home one dark and stormy night when a car right in front of me lost control, spun into the center divider and broke in half right in front of my car. I was drunk as fuck. Coming home from seeing my now ex-wife. I hit the brakes but it was already too late. It was raining and even if I had stomped on the brakes, I would’ve slid into the wreckage anyways. Yet somehow, the car (a Camaro) broke apart right in front of me and I sailed right through the middle of an exploding car , the front half went in front of me and the back half went behind me and not a single part of that car hit mine. I braced for impact but the impact never came, Not even a scratch.

That was the beginning of my getting right with God.

I was coming home one dark and stormy night when a car right in front of me lost control, spun into the center divider and broke in half right in front of my car. I was drunk as fuck. Coming home from seeing my now ex-wife. I hit the brakes but it was already too late. It was raining and even if I had stomped on the brakes, I would’ve slid into the wreckage anyways. Yet somehow, the car (a Camaro) broke apart right in front of me and I sailed right through the middle of an exploding car and not a single part of that car hit mine. I braced for impact but the impact never came, Not even a scratch.

That was the beginning of my getting right with God.