Twisted at Crashton

At the start of August a few of us went a walk in-between our Sunday services from the chapel to Downham via a circular route. A few yards from the old Quaker burial ground at Twiston, the dry stone wall had been obliterated and the remains of a Volkswagen lay on the bank of the hill. Its driver had presumably failed to react to the corner in time, and through the wall he or she crashed. Judging by the state of the wreck, I would not like to see the human damage, but seat belts and air bags can work wonders- I hope.

Out of nosiness, I did a quick online search to see if further details could be ascertained. I had not the patience to sift through the vast records of crashes, collisions and clangs which had occurred on our county’s roads in the last week or so. Evidently, getting into a car, much more on to a bicycle, increases one’s chances of injury or worse. Even if one were to consider these statistics and never leave the house, one cannot be certain that the roof will not collapse nor the gas mains explode. My point is this: danger and mortality lurk around every corner, hide in every plan, prowl about every circumstance. Even if one could find a suitably large bale of cotton wool and lay in it for a lifetime, the organs would eventually quit their jobs and present you to Death in due course. The grave is inevitable, but hell and judgement are not:

For if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart, that God raised him up from the dead, thou shalt be saved: For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness, and with the mouth man confesseth to salvation.

Romans 10:9-10, Geneva Bible