The Bus Ride Home
I’ve heard people talk about having close encounters with death before and I suppose I’ve come close at least once in my life. When I was about 19 years old, I was in a car accident that left me with half of my hair shaved and 27 stitches in my head. However, even then I don’t believe I was as afraid as I was when I experienced what can only be called a near death experience, Saturday afternoon. Returning from a Leadership Greater Jackson retreat, nearly thirty colleagues and I felt the very presence of God carry us to safety.
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