God Took the Wheels
By Carlton Foster – November 14, 2020
I still remembered that day when God saved me and my children while driving home from preaching at a church in Belle Glade, Florida. Our church was assisting a struggling church in Belle Glade and so we put the six elders on a schedule to drive 1hr 30 min – some eighty-odd miles on the highway each Sabbath to this church in Belle Glade, Florida.
That Sabbath was my turn to go to Belle Glade; my wife was not able to go with us, so my son Andre who was 13-years old, my daughter Veronica-10 years old, and my other son DeVaughn-9 years old, we all packed into my car and headed to Belle Glade. The journey from Miami to Belle Glade is very lonely because the majority of the journey has sugar-cane fields on both sides. It also has a two-car lane on one side, and a two-car lane in the opposite direction with only 15 feet of land separating both traffic. The road is heavily used by cargo trucks and farming vehicles, but this Sabbath it was lonely.
My task this Sabbath was to reach the church at 9:15 a.m. for the opening, so we left home at 7:00 a.m. We sang hymns as we drive to Belle Glade. My other responsibilities that day was to teach the Sabbath School lesson at 10:00 a.m. and preach the divine sermon at noon. After that, we would stay for lunch, which normally finished at around 3:00 p.m.
Everything was going well that day: we arrived early, opened the church, and started song service. I taught the Sabbath School lesson and preached a message to the twenty members that were there – half were senior citizens, one or two youths, and the others were young adults. After the church service, some members gathered at Brother Lewis’ home where we enjoyed a pot-luck lunch prepared by the members. It was around 3:00 p.m. when I decided to leave and head back to Miami.
I said goodbye and we started on our journey. About 15 minutes into the journey all the kids began to sleep – we were tired. I was alone so I started to sing hymns to keep me attentive on that lonely road. The air condition did not help to keep me concentrated so I rolled down my drivers’ window halfway to get the rushing breeze into my face. I tried hard to remain attentive, but I fell asleep while driving. I was suddenly awoken by a very loud squeaking noise like a car engine raving. I looked to see what had happened, it was then that I noticed a trailer truck was beside me, passing us slowly. The noise was not from the truck, so I look to see if it was from my car which was still moving. It was then that I noticed that the drive-shift was in neutral and my foot was still pressing the accelerator. The car was not accelerating; it was still going at about 45 mph. How it slipped from drive to neutral I did not know. How long I was sleeping, I did not know either. I looked at the children and they were fast asleep.
I was shocked! I put back the drive-shift to drive as the car was still moving and continued on my way to Miami. I was wide awake this time – every feeling of tiredness disappeared from my eyes. I wondered what had happened. How did the car shifted from drive to neutral and slowed my acceleration? How the car did stay on the road and where did the trailer truck come from? There were no cars before me or behind me when I entered the highway. I thank God for saving our lives. We could have veered under the trailer truck and get run over by the big wheels, or we could have crashed into the embankment or the many light poles. I thank God again and again for taking the wheels and moving the drive-shift to neutral to slow us down, and for sending that loud noise that wakes me up. We could have been killed, but He saved our lives.