Driving along US 17 through North Carolina before the South Carolina border, I caught sight of a race car (very much the worse for the wear)sitting at the side of the road. I approached and noticed writing all over the body: "My Savior is alive." "Jesus Saves." The tires were flat, the front was mashed, and the rear bumpers were caved in. All of a sudden it hit me, "Aren't we like that sometimes? We have been beaten in life's race, but even at a stand still we have a purpose as long as our message is still clear." I circled around, stopped to take a photograph, and paused to thank the race car for teaching me today. And, may I wear my racing stripes with such dignity even as my tires go flat.
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