Some time back we had a friend over for dinner. He was in San Antonio for business and found time to come visit us. He was in Jim’s flying squadron back during Desert Storm. He and his wife and girls live in Virginia. Many years ago when he was in Jim’s squadron, he flew what he thought would be an ordinary mission. When he and his pilot took off at RAF Upper Heyford England, his plane was on fire. Due to the fire, they had to eject from their aircraft. I need to let you know that at the time, I thought he was a Christian. He was a nice guy, great husband, with good values. Anyway, he and his pilot survived the ejection and no lives were lost on the ground when the plane crashed. I remember going to the hospital that day and hugging him and being so glad he was alive. I wasn’t aware that he really wasn’t a Christian and years later when we reconnected with him and his family, he was a different guy. After the crash he found he needed a relationship with Jesus and someone led him to meet Him. It was so wonderful to know that God gave him a second chance to get saved. God’s Grace was abundant the day he crashed. Jim has a piece of molten metal that was a part of the crashed plane, and the stick that is used to steer the plane in his study here at the house. We told our friend that we keep the blob of metal to remember God’s Amazing Grace. It sits on a book by Max Lucado about Grace! It’s not just a paperweight! It’s more, so much more!