TWO SPECIFIC INCIDENTS stand out as important milestones in my understanding of God's love for us all.
Several years ago, in my occupation as a truck driver, I found myself about 600 miles from home on the evening before an important event that I needed to attend the next morning. As I was fueling the truck for the drive home, my eye hit a sharp piece of steel rod that the owner of the station had welded into place to hang the filling nozzles on.
At first I didn't know what had happened—there was quite a bit of blood coming from the area around my eye. Dazed, I sat on the curb trying to calm down. At first I was afraid I would lose my sight and therefore my occupation; then, I felt resentful toward the station owner for doing something I considered so stupid. I had learned from experience, however, that fear and anger do no good. In fact, they would only make matters worse. After some time I went into the restroom and cleaned up my face as well as I could.
