Asking Jesus about a Dying Son As I prayed for my son not to die, hope and fear beat upon my body. It was sort of like the time I was in our International Scout, and we rolled it. Actually, my twin brother Rick rolled it; he was driving. We were not wearing seat belts. So, we slammed against the side door, then flopped onto the ceiling, which is now the floor, and back to the other side, and back again to the seat. It all happened so fast that we just got through it. We didn’t know what was happening until it was over. We found the snot from our sinuses on our shirts and the blood from our noses on the windows and seat. Every crumb that we had ever eaten and left hidden in some seat crack now covered our hair, face, and clothes. Every side of our bodies ached from the impact. We took beatings on our head and butt, our right and left. How many times did we flip? It all happened so fast. But, that is not the way it is when you are being tossed and turned by the ...