I used to drive about an hour each way to my place of work. I would usually spend the beginning of this time thinking prayerfully in preparation for the day, sometimes addressing something specific in my own thought, or issues going on in the world that I felt needed prayerful attention.
One winter morning about five years ago, I was reaching out to God for a clearer idea of my spirituality as a child of God as I drove, looking to really understand with more clarity what Christian Science teaches about man (meaning each one of us) being spiritual, not material. As I did so, I started to feel more peaceful and confident in the reality of my being as God’s child.
Each time I thought I was finished praying, and reached to turn on the radio or began thinking about something else, it became immediately clear that I needed to continue praying, especially because the road conditions were dangerous on account of an unusually harsh winter. Suddenly, I hit a patch of black ice near the side of the road, which rocketed my car out of control across the highway. I hit the tail end of another car and then the snowbank on the right side of the road. This launched my car through the air and into the forest, where it rolled a few times, finally landing upside down.
