Flat Tire

Last evening Maggie called that her tire was flat. We were 'supposed to' freak out because at this time of night her work place was not the best area. I told her, "Limp to the nearest gas station, and we will ask God for an angel to help you."

In two minutes she called back, said she was at the gas station and the lady there had a friend who "just happened" to be driving up that moment, and that he could change it.

The friend was a big, black guy, fully decked out with dew rag and chains, his low rider booming loudly. He hopped out and had the tire fixed in no time. Maggie was home in a few minutes!

You just never know what God is going to do next. He just keeps blasting away at our stereotypes and gets us hooked up with His heart for the world instead. It is most refreshing.