Cody Gray of Nashville, Tennessee, had an unfortunate habit of having just a little - okay, a lot – too much to drink and then recklessly driving himself home. He’d never had an accident or been stopped by the police, but in the back of his mind, he knew he was operating on shaky moral ground.
That suspicion was confirmed late one Monday night, after "a few” beers turned into double-digit drinks at his favorite neighborhood bar. The drunken Cody nevertheless climbed into his Subaru, started the engine, and began cruising home. Buzzed and pleasantly relaxed, he coasted up to an intersection, drawing the vehicle to a halt as he vaguely registered the indicator in front of him.
He sat there a few minutes, waiting for it to turn green. A few minutes later, when it still hadn't, Cody grew impatient and was about to continue on his inebriated way, when he suddenly realized that it wasn't a traffic light; it was a sign - the sign he'd been awaiting his whole life. And it was telling him to stop.
He burst into tears.
“The writing was on the wall," says Cody. "Jesus was telling me to quit drinking. It couldn’t have been more clear.”
Overcome with humility and awe, he vowed that he would let go of the liquor and accept Jesus Christ into his heart. And since that day – almost a week ago, at this point – he hasn’t touched a drop. In fact, he hasn’t even been tempted.
"It just goes to show, God is always there, if you're willing to look for him," says Cody. "Jesus was in that sign. He was wearing red and in the shape of an octagon, but he was there." He grinned and shook his head. "And people say miracles don't happen."