MONDAY, JANUARY 10, 2010 INDY STORM I haven't missed an Indy 500 since 1972.
When I was nine years old, I convinced my parents during the race to allow me
to go to the gift shop by myself. I wanted to purchase that blue tie-dyed
T-shirt in remembrance of this historic day. I had barely reached the shop when
race officials called the race due to bad weather.
The storm presented me with two problems. First, I was lost with no way
to communicate with my parents. Second, 400,000 people now stood between us. Step-by-step,
tear-by-tear, I walked my way back to my mom and dad. Unfortunately, that's how
I saw my relationship with God. I thought that I had earned my way back to my
heavenly Father. It took me about twenty years to understand that God is a God
of grace. He chases down lost sinners so that we might have eternal life (Luke
15:20).
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