An old friend saved my life the other day.

I was driving on the highway the other night listening to Eric Clapton Unplugged, playing Tears In Heaven over and over as I pictured myself playing it in front of a large crowd. I do that occasionally. The song started to make me think of some things I’d never thought of before. In particular, I got the feeling that I was alive on this Earth for a reason, but I haven’t been called on to fulfill that reason yet. I also got the feeling that I was essentially being kept alive until I was needed. I felt that God was moving dangers out of my way as I introduce them into my own environment.

Then I thought, am I pushing my luck?

I mean, there’s only so much that God can save me from before he gives up. God could one day decide that he’s had enough with trying to save my life, and he could find others who could take over my duties. There are things in my life that I know I shouldn’t do. For example, speeding at night isn’t safe, even if it does save me three minutes of driving time. So I slowed down.

And a deer ran in front of my car.

I am absolutely certain that if I hadn’t slowed down, I would have hit that deer. I might have died.