SOME YEARS AGO, I was driving on a busy freeway when my car suddenly lost power. It was several miles to the next exit, so I punched the flashers on and decided to drift as far as possible. Without warning, the motor surged and then sustained a speed of 35 mph, no more, no less. Grateful I wouldn't be trudging miles in high heels, I began praying about safety for myself and for the drivers zipping around me.
Within seconds, however, my prayer took a turn. I'd been deeply distressed by news that a respected church member had left our church. He was someone I'd admired and learned much from. Creeping down the freeway, I realized that my confusion and concern about church needed healing even more than the car.
I felt a deep mental transformation take place.
