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Reason To Sing

Chapter Thirty-Six

Finally

Standing here in the light of day, staring at our totally wrecked
van, I am stunned that we walked away. Unscathed! Anyone
looking at this crumpled disaster would easily surmise the
occupants were severely injured. It’s a write-off.
There must be a reason why we were spared.
That’s all I can think. There just has to be. God must have
had his hand on this van. And on us! Why else? In spite of all
the trauma I can’t shake my deep sense of gratitude for being
alive!
And so I pray. Thank you, God. I know I probably haven’t
been in your good books for quite some time. But I am pretty sure it’s
because of you I am here today.
The hair on the back of my neck stands up. I know that
sense. This is familiar to me. No doubt in my mind. I know it. I
feel Him. I know God’s touch.
Much to our astonishment, there is hardly any damage to
the musical gear. The drums and amps were packed so tightly,
only a few minor things are broken. This big lug of a van has
carried us and others many a mile. And we are so lucky it was
just Hudson and me in it and not the whole band. God only
knows what could have happened.
After transferring the gear into the rental, we set off. We
drive for hour after hour underneath a dull, grey, wintry sky.
When we hit northern Ontario, we feel the anticipation of a
first snowfall. We stop for our first break of the day and the
chill in the air is agonizing. But it can’t possibly match the

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