Tonight I had my first driving time with an instructor…my first ever (I didn’t do driver’s ed in the USA). I drove us about 25 minutes away. During the drive, someone called my instructor and asked if they could meet up. So, we drove to this other man’s driving school. Both instructors left me sitting (alone) in the drivers’ school and headed out to have a coffee. The one instructor told me that if anyone comes in with money, I should take it. I laughed, but I’m still not sure if he was joking or serious.

When they were done with their coffee, they returned, chatted a bit more, and then I drove the drivers’ school car (with my instructor) around the city for a bit and then back to my drivers’ school.

I was initially quite nervous about understanding everything that was going on while driving (in a car that only has 5 gears instead of 6, like ours…Fortunately, I didn’t follow through with my instinctive “put-the-car-in-6th-gear” feeling…that would have meant trying to put it in reverse…on the freeway).

God helped me understand all of the instructor’s instructions pretty well. On top of that, God blessed me with the opportunity to share the Gospel too. The instructor was quite open and asking all sorts of questions about what we believe.

I’m thankful for the simplicity of the Gospel. I’m thankful that all the answers for every question are in the Bible (whether I know where to find them—or how to translate them—or not). God has revealed Himself.

In spite of the inconvenience (and cost) of drivers’ training, it really was a joy to have the opportunity handed to me to tell about Jesus—and to actually have the words to give simple answers in Italian. God is good.

The empty drivers’ school where I waited while the instructors had coffee. Yes, that is an antique monitor in the back…and Ferrari paraphernalia all over the desk.