Proof The Bible Is True

My family was driving across Canada to Montreal where my husband, Ray, and I were going to be helping out a new church there.

 

Ray had gotten a head start with our daughter in a rental truck stuffed with our belongings. I took my two-year-old, John, in our family car, a hardtop convertible jam-packed from floor to ceiling with piles of books to use in our work. They hadn’t been able to fit in the truck.

 

We crossed into Ontario, driving along a narrow two-lane road. A heavy rain fell. Suddenly a truck veered into our lane. I turned the wheel sharply. The brakes screamed. Our tires hit the gravel on the shoulder. We went spinning off the road.

 

We’re going to die, I thought as the car flipped and rolled into a deep ditch.

 

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