Mission Miracle

Miracles happen in the mission field.  (For example, I made it here.)  Two of our missionaries survived a horrific accident a couple of weeks ago where their car was totally destroyed and they survived with relatively little injury.  So being the "Car Czar", I am a little sensitive to something happening to "my" cars.  But that accident is not what I want to talk about. I am going to tell you about the Miracle Van.

The Assistants

First let me say a quick word about these wonderful young men.  They are about the most obedient people I know.  They do nothing wrong (except maybe eating too often at Sonic).  If I had a granddaughter of marring age, these three would be on top of the list of my choices.  You may hear more about them in future blogs.

On with the story.  Last Monday, we picked up a new Dodge Caravan for use by the Assistants and the President and his family.  When I got back to the office they were waiting and salivating at the thoughts of driving this wonder car.  (See Jeff.  Some young people appreciate fine cars).  I knew we had something special as it said Miracle on the back of the car.  (It's from Miracle Dodge).  They wanted to take it for their evening appointments, so I let them with my empty threat, "You get a scratch on it you are dead meat". 

The next day they told their tale.  While stopped at a light, an old green car came down the hill directly towards them out of control.  No way was it going to avoid them. All they could think of was "Elder P. is going to kill us".  Just as impact was about to happen, another car came through the intersection on the green light and was t-boned by the out of control car, saving our van. A miracle.  The guy ran off, a hit and run.  The elders stayed and helped the lady who was hit and even got a teaching appointment out of the incident.

Why were our Elders saved?  Pure and simple.  Obedience.  It pays.