A man drives along the highway in the dark, music playing as he makes his way to his destination. After a small time he suddenly stops the music & removes his hat & begins muttering quiet words, a humble request that this “Heavenly Father” protect him & the tattered old car he drives, to help his car make it to his destination & back, what these humans call a prayer. It seems this man had forgotten to pray before he departed but seemed to be trying to make up for it, better late then never as these humans say. The man concludes his prayer, puts his hat on, and tries to turn the radio back on…but the radio will not turn on, the car slows, the lights start to dim, the man desperately hopes his car will get him to the next town less then a mile away, just over the next hill, but hope is unfounded, the car is failing to quickly. The Observer watches all this as if from the back seat, wondering what on this strange earth is motivating this man to keep his faith in this “Heavenly Father” he was praying to only moments ago. The Observer watches as the man fumbles under the hood of his run-down car in the dark, hoping desperately to figure out how to fix his last mode of transportation for himself & his wife. The Observer closes his notes with wonder at this man’s seemingly blind faith in a God that lets this mans car fail only moments after a prayer for it to make the trip.
