There are two turning lanes to go right on Mockingbird off of the Northbound 75 access road. The light turned green, and I was rockin' out. Nothing like a good dose of STP. In the left turning lane I started to go with energy. I had my right turn signal on and so did the the Jeep to my right in the other turning lane. It happened pretty fast, but I saw it coming, but couldn't do anything about it, the median to my left was full of concrete and poles and flowers. I was parallel with the Cherokee. A car in front of the Cherokee stepped on the brakes to stop or turn or avoid something; I didn't really watch since my eyes were drawn to the fender of the Cherokee rapidly moving my way. Next thing I knew the Cherokee decided that I would be no match for its sporty brawn. The Cherokee clawed its way all the way down the entire left side of my car. My first accident, and not my fault. It happened but I was calm, though I was a bit aggravated after I saw my mirror dangling by the electrical cord. I pulled over. I was glad to see two things: it was a woman and she appeared to speak English. I greeted her with the standard "are you ok?" Turns out she was a nice lady, probably sixties, and had pink stripes in her hair. She didn't get out of the Cherokee, probably because... well, I don't know why. Her car had minimal damage. My car was the victim. Her business card says she has a studio on Elm St. - downtown Dallas. I think she's an artist. Maybe she's famous. Accidents happen.
My friend and fellow recovering ex-fundamentalist , I greet you joyously knowing the freedom you have found in leaving fundamentalism, however I am saddened by your departure as a whole from our Lord. I indeed understand the hardship which you have faced is cause for questioning God’s existence, faithfulness, and love to his creation. I would like to respond to you because I feel like I understand your socio-religious background. Let me first tell you my goal is not to re-convert you, but rather to give you a second thought from one who grew up in similar roots, whose posture of faith remains bent toward the gospel. I also grew up in ultra-conservative fundamentalism. If names like Peter Ruckman, Jack Hyles, Arlin Horton, etc, mean anything to you than you will understand. I graduated from PCC. OMG. I cannot believe it, but it’s true. What a crazy place. Fear, guilt, shame, legalism were the name of the game! As long as you “caught the spirit” all of life would be good and God would b...