last night on my way home from an africa team meeting i had a really scary encounter. i was driving out of coatesville and up ahead saw some police lights flashing in the other lane. i looked and i saw a guy walking in the other lane, away from a couple cops who were trying to get him to stop. he refused to stop and the cops had their guns drawn yelling at him. so the car in front of me decides to just stop and watch what's going on. by him stopping though he put me right in the center of their fight. they were literally feet from my car yelling with guns poised. i was freaking out and all i could do was call on jesus. i didn't know if the other guy had a gun and my mind started reeling with all the possibilities. i was screaming in my car for the guy in front of me to move. i knew i couldn't honk my horn at him because i didn't want to add to the disturbance already taking place outside my car. finally after what felt like forever the car in front of me decided to move on, releasing me to go as well. then the hand-shaking ensued as i realized just how freaked out i was. it might not sound like a big deal, but to me in that moment it was. i felt so trapped... i literally had nowhere i could go. it was awful!
needless to say i know jesus was with me and i'm glad it wasn't any worse than it was. it was much more excitement than i needed at 10 o'clock at night after a long day.