For those of you who did not follow yesterday’s events via Twitter and Facebook, I had quite an evening.  I was driving home from North Phoenix Baptist Church after completing my work day and lifting in the gym.  I turned on to Central to complete my 4 minute drive home.  I looked down to put my phone in the pocket of my shorts and I slammed into a Toyota Tundra without the slightest amount of braking.  40ish mph in my Nissan Altima.  I must have hit the truck just right because it flipped on its side.  I never stiffened up and I felt the impact before my brain registered seeing anything.  When the airbag dust had settled and the two vehicles came to a stop, I checked to make sure everything that is Scott was still intact.  Still had both legs, arms, hands and I wasnt bleeding from my head.  My left hand had gone into the windshield (evidently I don’t punch as well as Oscar De La Hoya).  But other than that, I was okay.  I got out of my car and watched bystanders pull the man out of his truck which was resting on the passenger side.

A Phoenix PD SUV cruiser had been 1/4 mile behind when the accident happened.  They were on scene quickly, along with Phoenix Fire and they were all awesome.  A nice couple who watched it happened helped stop my hand from bleeding and pulled a couple pieces of glass out of my hand.  I don’t remember their names, but they were incredible.

Dani got their pretty quickly, and we went to St. Joes to get Xrays (which all came back negative) and to get my hand cleaned out.  I slept alright last night, but woke up with a sore chest from the seatbelt and airbag.

For those of you who have heard the story in other settings or at Crash, I was in a rollover almost 15 years ago in Northern Arizona.  This makes the second serious accident I walked away from.  Both times, bystanders remarked, “somebody must have gotten seriously hurt or killed in that accident.”  And yet, both times, everyone involved walked away on their own two feet.

The first accident took place when I was almost 9, and it has been the major touchpoint in my life that reminds me that God has a significant purpose for my life.  This second accident is now another touchpoint.  Yes, it was surreal in the midst of the impact and it does put a lot of things in perspective.  But, more than anything else, I am reminded that God is the creator and sustainer of all life.  In Him, we live and move and have our being.  We are created in His Image, His workmanship, prepared in advance to do good works.  So, as I continue to flesh out my life purpose, and celebrate my graduation from seminary and ordination next week, I am grateful for the life God continues to give back to me and thankful for the community of people I get to participate in the cosmic renewal among, as we seek to see the Resurrection create a new world through our lives.

Look below for more pictures of my car, my cut up hand and the bruise my seat belt left.  thanks for the messages, texts, comments, and twitter replies.  Dani and I know that we are loved.

-Scott