On occasion it is good to reflect upon the good things God gives us. It is
even good to repeat something if it was very special. About fifteen years
ago I told the following story which occurred about thirty years ago. It is
time for a repeat.

I was the pastor in Des Moines. My wife and sons had gone to her parents'
farm in central Wisconsin. I remained behind to conduct Wednesday night
prayer meeting and I was to meet them the next day. As I was locking the
church one of my elders who knew I was going to drive that night caught me
at the door and prayed for me to have a safe journey. Thanks Dennis.
Several hours later I was driving east across Minnesota and had not seen
another car for a long time. As my eyes started to droop, my brain, which
must have already been asleep, started to connive.

I told myself I could safely take a nap if I would center the car over the
white line that divided the two lanes heading east. That would give me
plenty of zig zag space. I could drift back and forth and when I arrived at
a bridge about a mile ahead I could wake up and recenter the car. Ever so
carefully I lined up the car and then put my head back on the seat as I
began my insane plan. But wait a minute. A red light on the dash started
to flash at me. I was irritated as I reached up and pounded on the dash so
it would go out. It did. I leaned back again. The light flashed again.
"Seat belt." "Seat belt." As I reached up to once again pound on the dash,
reality dawned on me and the light went out. I stopped the car and got out
and walked awhile.

The seat belt light never again randomly came on. Never.