Changing Lanes

…this is a repeat post (from last year), but it seems timely for vacation season when many of us will hit the road. Travel with Christ, my friends…

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When I was a kid, I thought that my parents were the world’s best drivers. Daddy was a drag car racer, so of course he had excellent reaction time and acceleration. But I was most impressed with Mom’s driving skills, probably because I was in the car with her more often. I could not understand how she could make the car move from one lane to another lane. To me, it didn’t seem like she was doing anything and yet the car would move into whichever lane she wanted it to be. Maybe – I imagined as a child would – she would just think about moving into another lane and the car would read her mind. I was disappointed when she tried to explain that changing lanes was not some kind of driver-to-car telepathy. Rather, she really was moving the steering wheel, subtly enough to make the car move aside without…

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