Apparently, it has been a bad car day for the Anderson boys.
Sandwiched between a Jeep Charokee and a Toyota Tacoma, my wife’s 2004 Accord took a beating. We’re both okay (stiff necks and broken hearts excepting). My wife’s once-beautiful car, however, is not.
Immediately after making sure my wife was okay and calling 911, I began ruminating on the problems posed by physicality. Just think: in a disembodied state, we wouldn’t have to deal with the claims adjustors, mechanics, and policemen that make car accidents so time consuming. Good times, indeed.
This Thanksgiving, we’re thankful for seatbelts and protection. And for the Incarnation. It is events like these that make me long for the New Creation inaugarated by Jesus at Christmas.
Which is, by the way, merely a month away. Perhaps someone will get me one of these to replace the Honda.
