REFLECTIONS
"A still pool reflects stars"
In thinking about the past year, I am reminded of a summer evening when we had just finished mowing the grass. The daylight was fading as the familiar clip-clop of a horse and wagon went past the house. To my amazement there was no one in the wagon driving the horse. Two young Amish boys on scooters were trying to catch the runaway horse. Wondering how this situation would be resolved, my daughter and I climb into the Jeep. Another car offered the first Amish boy a ride. When we stopped for the second boy he quickly dropped his scooter and jumped in. He looked to be six or seven years old and barely spoke English. His name was Wayne.
After two failed attempts by the older Amish boy to grab the bridle, we became anxious and concerned about the approaching crossroad where our little road meets the busy highway. The cover of darkness made it difficult to see the horse and he would most likely run several miles before reaching his home. It was a tense moment knowing the situation was totally out of our control as the horse continued to run full speed up the hill to the stop sign.
What would happen next? To our surprise, the horse did not take the highway. Instead, the horse paused at the stop sign then crossed the road and went to the hitching post at the Amish store. It had to be “Divine Intervention”. We breathed a sigh of relief. The Amish man came from the house and offered to drive the horse home for the boys. We turned the Jeep around and dropped little Wayne off by his scooter where he waited for his brother. The second car took Wayne, his older brother, and both scooters back to the farm followed by the neighbor with the runaway horse. A handful of strangers from different cultures and religions witnessed the "Hand of God" that night.
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