VW Bug

My friends and I had just completed our first freshmen quarter at Walla Walla College.  We decided to go winter camping on the way home for Christmas break because one of our friends, Terry, had dropped out of school and gotten involved in drugs.  So, Nady, Mike, and I thought a camping trip may help Terry.  So, we loaded up my 1964 VW Bug and spent the weekend snow-camping high up in the Umatilla National Forest above Heppner, Oregon.  

Sunday morning, we headed home, but I made a mistake.  I turned right rather than left.  Soon we found ourselves lost higher in the mountains and on treacherous roads.  Then, without warning, we were sliding back and forth out of control on the icy snow road.  One moment we were heading towards a steep canyon, and the next, the snowbank.  We went back and forth as I fought to gain control of the sliding car.  No sound came from my college friends. In a moment of self-preservation, I overcorrected and slammed the backend of the Bug into the snow back.  There was a crunching sound.  We came to an abrupt stop, and the engine died. After catching my breath, I looked toward my friends, they were wide-eyed and freaked out.  We climbed out to survey the damage.  The left rear fender was smashed, and we soon discovered the left axle was bent.  With some huffing and puffing, we got the Bug out of the bank.  Fortunately, the engine started, we climbed back in, and we limed down the hill for home.

There are times in life when one seeks to do the right thing but soon find themselves lost, out of control, and even crashing.  We have all heard the cliches, “Pick yourself up and dust you”sel” off” or ”” ick yourself up by your ” tstraps.”  But sometimes, self-hedon’tiches don’t work.  Sometimes the situation is so out of control we need outside help.  God is that help.  The Sons of Ko“ah write, “God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in our tim”s of need.”