In case of rapture, this car will be unmanned.

"My God," I thought, "am I glad a woman is driving." I was clipping down 23rd street heading into work when I came upon the van. The bumper sticker had been there for some time. She seemed like a nice person, at least under the circumstances. I wonder what it's like to know with confidence that, in the flash of a nanosecond you will be gone. This raises all sorts of troubling questions for me. What if there are children in the back seat? Who will pull them from the wreckage of the moving car suddenly vacated by the driver? Will they survive? Will they be permanently maimed, lame, disfigured? Will the raptured party go through a ruptured roof, or will they roll down the window first? How many people will die in the accident sure to happen at the moment of rapture? Will the raptured driver be held responsible on the great day of judgement? What will be the determination of the insurance company? Can you buy rapture insurance? How will your parents, children, friends, co-workers feel about your abandoning them at the moment of their greatest need? And then the question of relevance hit me...What would Jesus do?