Monday Musings (special Tuesday edition) 22/11/11
It was thirty two years ago today that my parents were killed in a horrific car accident in Peterborough, Ontario. Normally, I would not write about this except for the unusual events of the last twenty-four hours.
Sunday afternoon I found myself driving from small town Ontario to mega city Toronto. I was on my way to speak at Church in the Village (a church service designed for those who live in the Shepherd Lodge retirement community). My route took me through Peterborough and by the spot on 115 highway where the accident had happened all those years ago.
As I was preparing for what I would say to this large group of seniors who would be gathering (175 in the room and about 600 by closed circuit television), I felt compelled to share the story of my godly grandmother, Annie MacKnight. To make a long story short, my grandparents were living with Mom and Dad at the time of the accident and I was attending Bible College in the same city where they lived. As a result, I moved back home while completing my schooling and provided a home for my grandparents. For the next year and a half, my grandmother made my meals, washed my clothes and prayed me through my education.
This story allowed me to encourage all of these seniors on Sunday night that as long as God gives them breath, they have a role in praying for and shaping the generations coming behind them. To top it all off, I met so many people at the gathering that knew my parents and grandparents. It felt like old home week!
Then yesterday, on my way back to Montreal, I passed through Oshawa and Cobourg. I went by the first home that Mom and Dad ever owned. As I stopped to take a picture of the house, I realized that a new version of the old hymn “It is Well With My Soul” was playing on the car stereo.
To bring the twenty-four hours full circle, I stopped into Union cemetery in Cobourg to visit the graveside where my brother (ironically he just Skyped as I was completing this blog) and I buried Mom and Dad thirty two years ago. Next to them, you guessed it; Tom and Annie MacKnight are also buried along with Jim and Margaret MacKnight.
This morning, I write this blog from the comfort of my family room at home. How grateful I am for a loving wife and children. I only pray that I can provide for them the wonderful heritage that I have been blessed with. One thing I can say for sure is that it is “well with my soul” because Jesus is the center of my life!!!!
Until next Monday…
Taking risks for Kingdom impact!