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Cause and Effect

Posted in Culture with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 28, 2011 by rylanreed

I saw this posted in my work place and thought I would re-post it on here:

…another fatal accident because of texting…

Last Saturday two of my brothers, my brother-in-law, a family friend since grade school (basically another brother) and a buddy of theirs from work all went bike riding (motorcycle) in the Boston Mountains.

The buddy from work (Pat), lost control and hit something and totaled his bike. He was fine, not a scratch on him thank God. They all stopped of course, called a tow truck for the bike. the tow truck driver had just loaded the bike and they were getting ready to hit the road again when a car came up over the hill with three (3) teenage girls. It was still daylight and they all heard the car and when they looked back only seconds before it came upon them they noticed the driver (later learned 16 years old) was looking down (either texting or sending a text – details still unknown).

My 2 brothers, and 1 brother-in-law got out of the way within seconds of her car hitting the truck/trailer with the totaled bike (Pat was still sitting in the tow truck talking to the driver)… our old friend (mike) was in front of the truck on his bike and like everyone else was trying to get out of the way of the car but didn’t quite make it… the car flipped before finally rolling a total of three times.  Amazingly, all three girls climbed out of the car and though shook up didn’t appear to be hurt… that was when everyone noticed Mike had been hit just as the car flipped down the hill… he was conscious for a time but once the helicopter got there he no longer had a pulse and was declared dead at the scene…

As torn as so many who loved Mike are… just a real good guy, father of an 11 year old boy, he had a double wedding with of my sisters and her husband, we all fought with him over who got the best chair when we laid around the house watching movies and mom yelled at him to help with dishes no different than the rest of us after we at everything in the house……but you know who my heart goes out to maybe even more? That 16 year old girl because just as her life should be beginning, it may have ended… in the state of AR it’s against the law to text, even if Mike’s family doesn’t choose to prosecute the state will… and will there ever be a day go by that she doesn’t remember Mike and those he left behind.

NEVER BE DISTRACTED!

I have gotten into the habit lately of either: texting, looking at texts, looking up numbers to call, changing the radio station, finding a station that I had heard of before, or even looking at the things around me instead of what is happening on the street in front of me or on either sides of me.  I wouldn’t say I’m a bad driver, but I’ve heard to many of these kinds of things happening when it could have been avoided.  Motor vehicles are such powerful instruments that we have at our fingertips and we can take them for granted so often that bad things inevitably will happen to who ever is in those situations.  I hope for my sake and everyone else, that we will start to concentrate more on what we are doing and not so much on the what could be or what we want to be doing next.

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Me and my ride

Posted in God, Random with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 1, 2010 by rylanreed

It has been an interesting experience with  the cars that I’ve had, which has only been three so far, but all of them have given me some memories I will never forget.  My first two cars and the memories that came from them were mostly brought on by my foolishness and dumb thinking, which got me into some accidents and tickets that weren’t much fun to handle. My latest car has probably given me the most laughter at what has happened and many times where I can totally see God working through those situations that I am in.

My Thundy has put me in a couple of harsh predicaments the last few years (set apart this last year when I was in South Africa), one involving the law that I won’t talk too much about, and the second one came while I was driving.  The week before Christmas came this year, Thundy starting acting up as I was driving into Lincoln to see my sisters and some other friends.  As I turned on Old Cheney, my car started shaking and a very loud noise exploded into my ears, while the steering wheel locked up and the engine revved with little movement in the car.  I was able to make it to my sisters place off of 34th street, with the help of a couple of slopes, and parked in their parking lot.  Come to find out that my damper pulley, the big pulley helping the belt spin, broke off as well as my belt and I was running with little to nothing on the movements of the car.  There was a pretty bad storm coming through Lincoln, starting right about the time when my car started acting up, so it was a great blessing by God to allow me to get to my sisters place. 

Through the ordeal, I know that God was working and there for me every second my car was having problems. It’s not coincidence that Thundy broke down not three blocks or so from where my sisters lived and not on the interstate or another part of Lincoln.  The damper pulley had been cracked for a long time, so it really could have happened at any other time than that specific one.  The repair shop even found a part for 500 less than what they were thinking of and the cost was not at all what they were thinking to begin with.  God kept me safe through the whole ordeal and allowed me to not go bankrupt, which always a nice plus.

His Remembrance

Posted in books, following Jesus, God with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 23, 2009 by rylanreed

“And I will remember My covenant” Genesis 9:15

Mark the form of the promise. God does not say, “And when ye shall look upon the bow, and ye shall remember my covenant, then I will not destroy the earth,” but it is gloriously put, not upon our memory, which is fickle and frail, but upon God’s memory, which is infinite and immutable. “The bow shall be in the cloud; and I will look upon it, that I may remember the everlasting covenant.” Oh! it is not my remembering God, it is God’s remembering me which is the ground of my safety; it is not my laying hold of his covenant, but his covenant’s laying hold on me. Glory be to God! the whole of the bulwarks of salvation are secured by divine power, and even the minor towers, which we may imagine might have been left to man, are guarded by almighty strength. Even the remembrance of the covenant is not left to our memories, for we might forget, but our Lord cannot forget the saints whom he has graven on the palms of his hands. It is with us as with Israel in Egypt; the blood was upon the lintel and the two side-posts, but the Lord did not say, “When you see the blood I will pass over you,” but “When I see the blood I will pass over you.” My looking to Jesus brings me joy and peace, but it is God’s looking to Jesus which secures my salvation and that of all his elect, since it is impossible for our God to look at Christ, our bleeding Surety, and then to be angry with us for sins already punished in him. No, it is not left with us even to be saved by remembering the covenant. There is no linsey-wolsey here—not a single thread of the creature mars the fabric. It is not of man, neither by man, but of the Lord alone. We should remember the covenant, and we shall do it, through divine grace; but the hinge of our safety does not hang there—it is God’s remembering us, not our remembering him; and hence the covenant is an everlasting covenant. C.H. Spurgeon Morning and Evening, Evening August 13

What a great thing to grasp, that we don’t have to remember all the time or try and remind God of what He told us with the convent of old.  He remembers and will always remember, not letting one of His children out of His sight and out of His controlling, comforting hands.  We don’t have to do anything, and we didn’t DO anything to deserve this, since us and this world is all for the glory of God and His covenant allows us to be apart of His plan for world redemption.