Life is very strange sometimes.

Wednesday evening, I was attending Bible Study at my church. We are in the second week of a study on the resurrection of Lazarus. There was nothing earth shattering going on in our study. By that I mean we were having a quiet discussion, focused on the subject. Then something odd occurred.

The senior lady of our church, Marguerite, spoke quietly to me. She said, “Robin, I was thinking of you the other day. I was thinking of that time you were up here (She points in the direction of the 4-lane.) when your friend got killed.”

I was bumfuzzled. “Where in the world did that come from?” I wondered to myself. More than 30 years have passed since that accident. And, of all people, why would she be thinking of that? “Yeah. That was rough,” I managed to say. “I’ve seen a lot of people die since then.”

The quick back-story is that I walked up to the 4-lane to meet a high school friend. She was going to ride with me to the football game. She stepped off a city bus, walked around in front, and right into the path of a speeding car. She died instantly. We could only figure that she did not know automobiles didn’t stop for city buses like they do school buses.  That might seem obvious to many people, but if you never rode a city bus you may never know that.

I am not sure I want to know what prompted her memory. Perhaps it was another reminder of the tragedies God has seen me through. In my walk back to His path, I am trying to identify my specific testimony.  More than just “Christ saved me,” but what He saved me out of. When I give my testimony I want to be clear, and concise. I don’t want to ramble and cause it to be unhelpful to others.

By Robin Holstein