Whomph! Down into a sinkhole the truck went! I tried driving forward; the wheels spun. I tried driving backwards, but deeper into the hole I went.  Here I was, stuck in the middle of the street with cars inching their way past me. How embarrassing. As each car drove by I just put my hands up with a shrug and a helpless smile.

  I phoned 411 for help. “I’m new in town” I said. “I’m stuck in a hole and I can’t get out! Can you look up the nearest towing company for me please.” She was so kind, the tow company was kind. As it turned out, the sink hole was so deep that if I had been in a car it would have taken the front of the car off. The truck I was in suffered no damage.  Better me than a family in a little car. The department of roads put up orange signs straight away. Through my mini-adventure I met the most friendly and helpful tow truck-driver who was interested in God’s work at Sunnyside. He charged very little and gave me a chocolate Easter Egg to eat with him while we chatted at the bank machine. My mini-adversity had turned into a mini-encounter for Christ or an encounter, for me, with an angel!. What could have been upsetting was a gift instead.

  Isaiah 43:10 tells us, “You are my witnesses, says the Lord, and my servants whom I have chosen.” I wonder who was witnessing to who in my little adventure?