One phone call away

There is a current song out by a fellow named Matt Kearney. The opening verse of "Closer to Love" begins like this:
She got the call today, one out of the grey
And when the smoke cleared, it took her breath away
She said she didn’t believe it could happen to me
i guess we’re all one phone call from our knees

Man, those words hit me every time.

Just this week, I've seen a high school sports official be carted off a field on a stretcher, I've talked to a high school freshman just five chemotherapy treatments away from remission and I've read about a local teenager being struck and killed by a car.

I can promise you that not a single one of them thought something like that could happen to them. And when something like that happens to you, and it will, you'll hit your knees, but how well will you know the one you bow before? Will it be the honest, earnest words you would speak to a friend, or will it be the desperate, raving pleas for help you'd make to just about anyone still upright?

The answer could make the difference -- not necessarily in the outcome or answer to your prayers -- between losing a piece of your heart and mind or losing your soul.