Friday, October 12, 2018


A man named Carl Coleman was driving to work when a woman motorist, passing too close, snagged his fender with hers. Both cars stopped. The young woman was in tears as she surveyed the damage. The accident was her fault, she admitted. And her car was brand new, less than two days out of the showroom. How was she going to face her husband? Mr. Coleman was sympathetic but explained that they must write down each other’s license number and automobile registration. The woman reached into the glove compartment of her car to retrieve the envelope containing these documents. On the front of the envelope was a note, written in a heavy masculine scrawl. It said, “In case of accident, remember, honey, it’s you I love, not the car.”

A Christian lives by this simple code: I must use things, love people, and worship God alone.