Ian Holland

Festival Worship - Seventh Sunday after Pentecost

Transcript

It was one of those moments when time moved awfully slowly. Our cars were going to collide.  I could see it unfold second by second, yet at the same time I was powerless to prevent it.  It happened too fast for me to react.  There was a terrible bang. Sheet metal that always seems so strong and robust just crumpled like a candy wrapper.

Conveniently the collision occurred right outside her doctor’s office on the left, and my attorney’s office on the right.  But fortunately, neither a doctor nor an attorney was required that day.