I’m home.
It was a special time in Oregon –
visiting with my brother, spending some
time at the beach, getting reacquainted
with my niece and nephew and cousins.
Normally I would post lots of pictures and
tell many stories.
Here is a picture of Bruce at Manzanita,
on the beach.
I will post more pictures later.
We spent 3 days talking and exploring and eating and
driving about on the coast. It was a time out of time experience-
never to be forgotten.
Then on Tuesday, we went to Sandy, Oregon and spent
some time with our cousins.
On the way home, a man ran out in front of our car.
It was dark, and he was in dark clothing and he hit the
windshield and the rear window of the car and died a short
time later. We were all stunned and shocked and covered
with glass.
This is also a time out of time experience and will never be forgotten.
We are in mourning.
But this also has a note of thankfulness in it.
Because, none of us was hurt.
Only very tiny cuts.
And the chaplain for the police department was definitely
Christ’s representative on earth that night for us.
Chaplain Dennis Simmons prayed, counseled, gave us
a place to sit, bottles of water, sound advice, chased away
the camera men from the local new station, comforted,
and then at the end of a very long investigation, gave us
all a ride home.
Life is short.
And full of unexpected turns and unfortunate occurrences.
I’m going to look for ways to encourage those in need.
And pray for those in pain.
And spend as much of my time doing things that will not
be quickly forgotten.
Things that will last in memories.
