Musings
December 18, 2008 (Thursday)
Visibility is not very good this morning as Houston and many other areas of the state are blanketed with fog.
When my family and I moved to Rockport from Dallas in 1964, the moving van left late Friday and arrived in Rockport early Saturday. We took our cars (a 1963 Chevrolet and a 1949 Ford) and took a route through Houston, spending the night with my relatives in the big city. We arose very early and left the house in Houston before daylight so we could meet the moving van in Rockport. Alas, the fog was so thick we could not see, but we started out anyway, leaving the old Ford behind to be picked up later. We made our way from the house on Brownwood, in the Denver-Harbor neighborhood, to Lathrop, to Lyons, to Kress, very slowly and guessing where we were on the streets that were very familiar to me. We were somewhere between Lyons and Clinton when I decided it was just too dangerous. I literally could not see ahead, so I slowed to a crawl and looked for anything that resembled a street or driveway, found one and turned around to go back to my parents’ house on Brownwood.
I telephoned A.G. Gardner in Rockport and told him the fog was so bad I could not see to drive. He said, “Well, it’s all clear up and down the coast here.” The movers were there, so A.G. and the movers made guesses as to which rooms the furniture belonged. We arrived later in the day.
It was October 31. Halloween. All of us in Rockport joked about that from that time on. I had come to haunt the church. Well, I doubt seriously that I scared anyone, but I might have appeared lifeless from time to time. I suppose I should have avoided “Good morning” as I greeted the congregation each Sunday and said, “Boo!” instead.
Life itself gets fogged in sometimes, and we need Divine radar to help us move on. We may “see through a glass, darkly,:” but God can see clearly. He will help us. We can trust Him.