It was still dark when I went to work on icy roads, slick as greased glass, which proved my inability to distinguish between bravery and stupidity. When I approached the dip in the road, I stepped on the gas, praying that I could make it up the hill on the other side. At the top, I took a deep breath, thankful I had made it—until I realized I was skidding out of control, headed straight across the curve and over the embankment.
I prepared for a terrible crash.
When I saw the eighteen-wheeler coming around the other side, all I had time to say was “Jesus” as I prepared to die.
Defying all laws of physics, my skid took me in a curve inside the yellow line, as if I were riding on a hockey puck around the corner of an ice rink. Past the big truck, on the other side of the curve, I regained control, my hands trembling, my heart pounding.
Perhaps you too have had an experience that can’t be explained other than to say, “God was with me.” When David wrote, “If God is with me, I can walk in places where my life is in jeopardy and still have no fear” (Psalm 23:4), he probably remembered the times God had kept him safe when he could have died.
On June 23rd, Nik Wallenda walked a tightrope across the Little Colorado River Gorge, 1,500 feet above the riverbed. A paramedic watched from below, perhaps to pick up the pieces if the wind became too much to handle.
In watching him make that historic walk, we might understand why he found it important to call upon the name of Jesus.

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