Saturday, October 25, 2014
"Did you not tell them they were the Lords chips?"
It was the end of August and I was still back in the area of Las Fuentes. We were 6 missionaries riding on a rickety old Mexican bus, heading back to our areas after a zone conference. I was happily sitting in my seat with a long awaited birthday package on my lap and a few letters in my back pack. My comp and I were chatting with the other four elders about the talks, capacitaciones given during the zone conference, what would happen in the next transfers, and if I was going to share the candy that was surely in my package.
The roads in Mexico aren't exactly roads, and they are placed in really strange areas. Wherever there isn't a house, they'll put a road. At this moment we happened to be traveling along the edge of a mountain (Tijuana's full of them). On one side, mountain. On the other, sudden drop off. But that's normal in Mexico. The roads might be crazy but the drivers are highly skilled. However, all of a sudden our light conversation was interrupted when the wheels hit some rocks. The bus began to loose control and people began to shout out. My heart began to beat faster and rise up in my chest. For one split second I thought "this is it." It felt like it took several minutes, but in only a few seconds the wheels caught grip of the ground once more and we continued on our path as though nothing happened.
I soon forgot about it, but as we stepped off the bus one of the Elders brought up the subject. He said that in such situations, casi nunca (almost never), the bus can get control again. Usually they go spinning off the edge.... not to sound too dramatic.
But this bus carried 6 servants of the Lord. He wasn't going to let anything happen to us.
I love being a part of miracles.