It was 7.30pm on a Saturday night and Rosemary and I were going to a friend’s 40th birthday party. It was a tattoo party. I have none and do not have the svelte figure of so many current sportsman who have their bodies covered in them.
Joel our son was also going out but to a different function. A few minutes before we left he said good bye.
As parents we dread those calls informing us of trouble, an accident or worse.
Just a few minutes later the phone rang. I had my coat in hand and we were about to leave home.
“Hello.”
“Dad, it’s Joel.” I immediately picked something was wrong.
“What’s up son?” I asked.
“Dad I have had a car accident,”
“Are you ok? Are you hurt?”
“No.”
“Is anyone else hurt?”
“No.”
“What happened?”
“I drove into a police car.”
He was about a kilometre and a half from our house.
“What?” I asked again.
“A police car.”
“We’ll be there in a minute son.”
We ran to the car and as we drove around the corner we saw the red and blue flashing lights of police cars flashing in the distance.
We ran to him. Joel was sitting on the ground a few metres from the two cars. He was whiplashed and in shock but he was ok and no one else was hurt. “Thank you God,” I sighed.
His car was a write off and the policeman said his was probably the same.
What had happened was that the police had caught an inebriated motor cyclist and had arrested him ten metres from the road. When Joel had driven past the police car with its lights flashing he saw the flash of a torch to his left and immediately looked left. What he did not see was the second police car parked in front of the first. He drove into it at 60km/h. One policeman said this was the third time when he had been parked on the side of the road that a car had driven into his car.
The police were excellent when we arrived. They were concerned for Joel and immediately calmed us down as well. The ambulance arrived but he did not need go to hospital.
What mattered was that he was ok.
Love.
Love.
Love is what matters.
How we feel about our loved ones is just a fraction of how God feels about us.
What can I say except: “Joel, not a police car next time!!!!!”
Have you ever lost your peace? That inner part of us that expresses itself in our demeanor and the way we interact with others and how we speak to them and even ourselves. Often our peace is lost by circumstances outside of ourselves, some that we have control over or sometimes by our own inadequacies.




