Friday, January 07, 2011

The Price of Peace

Andrew is driving alone back to university today, over mountain roads, directly into the path of a winter storm. As I wave goodbye, dozens of sparrows burst into raucous song from our spruce. The words of Jesus come to mind:
What is the price of five sparrows—two copper coins? Yet God does not forget a single one of them. And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows. Luke 12:6-7 NLT
Update 1: Got a text from Andrew around 9 p.m. that he was stuck on Hwy 1 five minutes away from Golden for six hours when the road was closed due to avalanche risk. He's near Salmon Arm.

Update 2: Andrew sent a text at 3:33 a.m. that he arrived safe. The music playing on my iPod at that moment, no kidding, was "Rejoice! Emmanuel (God is with us)."

Update 3: Glad he has 4WD and that, despite his protests, I packed him a bunch of healthy food to snack on. We spoke on the phone. He described that while stalled at the highway closure he napped, watched movies on his computer and gratefully ate the food I'd insisted he take. Later on, he drove in dense fog on the Coquihalla. He said it was "the greatest all-around driving test I've ever had to do."

I have a hunch he doesn't want to take that test again.

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