Pastor Steve spent his early childhood in Ribera, New Mexico. If you have spent your entire life in New Mexico and just thought "Where is that?" it is a tiny town in rural Northern New Mexico with a population, if you include all the surrounding villages, of about three thousand people. Steve grew up on a farm. He was the second oldest of seven children.
Steve's childhood was filled with early mornings doing chores on the farm and afternoons playing basketball in the backyard with his uncle. Those backyard battles, where they would pretend they were Bill Russell and Wilt Chamberlain, would become epic and even as they moved away from each other later in life, they continued to play competitively into their sixth and seventh decade.
Looking back on that time of his life, Pastor Steve remembers a simple way of life that was wholesome and good. Even though his family was "poor" in material possessions, he doesn't remember wanting for anything. Although he does remember falling asleep under a car he was using as shade from the heat of the New Mexico sun at over seven thousand feet in altitude there in Ribera and being awakened by the vehicle's tire going over his stomach. A member of his family decided to take the car but had no idea that it was being used as Steve's oasis.
Steve remembers having a tire mark across his abdomen and chest but was never taken to a hospital. The nearest medical facility was twenty-five miles away, in Las Vegas. He was shaken up but appeared, outwardly at least, to be OK. If there was internal bleeding or damage, it was never known.
How many times in our lives have we had our lives spared? What tragedies have been averted? Coincidence? Luck? God's hand was there - He rescued you. He was watching you and kept you. Why? What purpose does He have for your life? Have you ever asked Him?