We go about our daily lives blissfully unaware in most cases what God is protecting us from. A train derailed just north of Pueblo, Colorado, Sunday at 4:45p. A driver of a semi-trailer was caught under the bridge that collapsed and killed.

As I write, the road is still closed. Mark and I, returning from the eclipse, passed this very spot about 25 hours earlier.

10 years ago this month, a rockslide at Agnes Vaille Falls near Buena Vista, Colorado, killed five members of a local family. June and I had stood at that very spot just 8 days before the slide.

May 26, 2002, a bridge collapsed on I-40 in Oklahoma, killing 14 people.

Our son David, driving to our home in Alabama from his college in California, drove over that bridge almost exactly 24 hours earlier.

Every day is a gift. Jesus was clear: there are no guarantees.

Or those eighteen on whom the tower in Siloam fell and killed them: do you think that they were worse offenders than all the others who lived in Jerusalem? No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all likewise perish. (Luke 13.4, 5, ESV)