Motorway Madness

Arnold was driving down the motorway one day when he suddenly felt a prompting in his spirit to begin praying. Arnold began to pray in tongues. This was his special prayer language, words that no one else could understand but that made sense to Arnold and that made sense to God. Anybody who had seen him would have thought he was quite mad, or that he was talking to somebody in another country on a hands free mobile phone.

A huge double decker coach in front of him began to wander into the outside lane. Arnold nearly went crashing into the side. He applied the brake and managed to slow down just in time. It began to rain heavily. The cars were spraying water everywhere as they drove along the wet roads. Arnold drove down the slip road, still praying in tongues. He stopped at the roundabout, going into the right hand lane because he wanted to turn right. Swish! A big lorry in the left hand lane went sailing past him, unable to stop because the driver had braked too harshly in the wet conditions. Fortunately the lorry managed to stop on the roundabout and didn't hit anything. Then Arnold realised he was in the wrong lane. He wanted the A19, and should have gone into the left hand lane.

Arnold drove on to the A19, still praying in tongues. A few miles along the A19, a car had broken down on a slip road. The rain was still pounding down and bouncing off the tarmac. Another car hurtled down the slip road at seventy miles an hour, the driver unaware that there was a broken down car at its end. Arnold was coming right up behind. The driver swerved to avoid the broken down car, and Arnold swerved into the outside lane. "Good job I was looking in my mirror," he thought. "Thank you, angels, for protecting me," said Arnold. He had to say it out loud because angels can't hear your thoughts. Arnold could sense that the angels were pleased.