God Is In The Used Car Business
In May of 2002, and my wife Merideth and I were in a strange situation, and about to do something crazy. We were leaving our beautiful home, and a wonderful life in Tallahassee Florida to move to downtown Chicago so I could go to seminary. And on top of that, we had to sell our house and my car—by the end of June. We did, in fact, find a buyer for our house—unexpectedly and right on time. The sale of the house closed right at the end of June, precisely when we needed it, and on the very day that we drove away in our rented moving truck with all our worldly goods inside it. And my car—wait until you read this. I had resigned myself to the fact that the sale of the car wasn’t going to happen while I was still in Florida and I’d made arrangements to leave it with a friend to keep it on the market. ONE WEEK to the day we left, we were holding a garage sale, and a guy approached me about the car, and asked if it was for sale. He e...