Sadly, my father lost his life in an accident in the Andes Mountains of Peru. Many times, my mother, brother Ken and I came close to losing ours, as well. Shortly after my father’s tragic accident, the mission board sent my family for a brief time to the country of Mexico, before returning to Peru.
My brother and I were quite young, but old enough to remember the experience well. It was late at night and my mother was driving our station wagon. We were returning home with some friends who had been visiting from the United States. We came up on a rickety one lane bridge that crossed a rather swift flowing river. My mother began the crossing when we noticed approaching headlights. It was obvious from the erratic driving, that the driver was inebriated. There was nothing we could do but close our eyes, say a quick prayer, and brace ourselves for impact. However, when we opened our eyes we discovered the other car was proceeding on its erratic crossing on the bridge behind us! Somehow we had passed through each other and our lives had been miraculously spared. You find this impossible to believe? My God is a God of miracles. Nothing, absolutely nothing, is impossible for Him! There were five people in the car that night that lived to tell the story.
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