One player who had been in deep thought spoke up.  " I have the perfect name for our club," he said.  "Since we're the McMurry College Indians, let's call ourselves the Brotherhood of Indian Belly-Landing Experts."  Everyone in the room laughed.
    I said, "Hey!  That's a long name but I think it's a great one.  How do you guys feel?"  They all yelled their approval.
    Another young man said, "Coach Teaff, why don't you have a Scripture put on the cards that always will remind us of this experience"  Everyone liked that idea, too.
    That afternoon I went to a printer and told him what I wanted.  McMurry wore maroon and white but the closest we could get to a maroon card was red.  So I said, "Well, that's great.  We'll print it on red and everybody will that it's supposed to be maroon."  He laughed and asked me, "What else do you want on the card?"  I told his we wanted a Bible verse, the name of McMurry College and the date of the crash.  "Which verse do you want, Coach?" he asked me.
    "I'm sorry, but I have no idea," I told him.  "Do you know a good Bible verse?"  He said, "No, but I have a Bible here.  Take it and find a verse."
    He handed me the Bible and I nervously opened it to Romans.  I put my finger on the page just to start reading to see if I could find something appropriate.  I found myself in chapter 8 and my finger squarely on verse 31.
    It said, "What shall we then say to these things?  If God be for us, who can be against us?"
    "Use that," I told the printer.
    I was pleased when I left because I had found someone who could print the cards quickly, and because I had found with such ease a verse that would mean so much to all of us involved in that experience.  The next day I went by after lunch to pick up the cards.  They were wrapped in brown paper and I didn't open them.  I just took the package to our dressing room and waited for the played to arrive.  I was wondering what I might say to them when I presented the cards.
    Nothing had really come to mind when I heard the players gathering for our meeting.  I walked in with the package in my right hand and said, "Fellows, at your request I had the cards printed.  I found the Bible verse and found it a very unusual way and I want to tell you about it because I think it further emphasizes the point that God has made in all our lives: that God is reel and that he has a plan and a purpose for us."
    After I explained it, I handed the package of cards to a young man on my right and asked him to pass them out.  As he circulated them, all of the players looked at their cards in amazement.
    "Coach Teaff," one of the players said, "the name has been changed."
    "Oh," I said, "I forgot to tell you.  The printer called and said the name was too long and he wanted to abbreviate it.  I told him fine, because we all knew what it meant."
    The player said, "Coach, the abbreviation turned out to be B.I.B.L.E.  We have formed the Bible Club."
    Just one more signal that Gad was saying something to all of us.  Since that time a well-worn card has been in my billfold in my hip pocket.  I've told this story to thousands of people and every time I tell it it touches deep into their hearts because it's stranger that any fiction.  It's true.