Lying on its side, the car looks like it’s gone through a car crusher. The former occupant is on the lawn with no obvious injuries, but a strong smell of alcohol emanates from this conscious person.
I’ve seen a number of accidents with light vehicle damage, yet the occupant of that vehicle is dead. Why do some live and some die?
When his breath departs, he returns to the earth; on that very day his plans perish.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
Who is in control of these situations? I think I know. Do you?
Give it some thought.
Gary