A decade ago, country singer Carrie Underwood won a Grammy for crooning about a woman driving home too fast through snow with her baby in the backseat. When the car begins to slide, she throws up her hands and sings, “Jesus take the wheel, take it from my hands, ‘cause I can’t do this on my own. I’m letting go.” My family laughs at me because the first thing I do in a car when we’ve come close to having an accident – whether from another driver’s mistake or my own – is to cry, “Jesus!” Actually, they hate it. “Why do you do that, Mom?” one of my teens complained the last time it happened. Here’s the answer why.