Letter sent to Owen on 8-14-06 (Four days before departure)
Hi Owen,
I've little to say but I can't let that stop me.
After watching a few Jack Van Impe films and presentations about prophecy, I'm rather in awe of his amazing memory and historical analysis. Most of his stuff seems "right on." I'd like to loan you some VCRs and see what you think. He is a staunch defender of the Jews and shows much passion against those who deconstruct them out of their place in history and in God's economy. He draws on both biblical and extra-biblical sources including Jewish rabbinical works and catholic sources, but filters it all through the scriptures. (Lowell Kress may have been Impe's greatest fan; perhaps I told you Martha gave me all Lowell's prophecy collection.)
Coming back one evening from working with Eric on his new house this past week I had electrical failure after entering Delaware City limits. I prayed about it as the amp indicator moved down to 4 (should have been 14 or so). Within two or three minutes or less, I barely made it into an Autozone. Opening the hood, I found that the serpentine belt that goes around everything had shredded and bound up in the pulleys.
It had been a tough day and the arthritis just about had me down, but I bought the belt (they had only one left) and tried to fit it on the front of the quite hot engine. After asking for advice on how to route the thing, a couple guys said the diagram was right beneath me. Sure enough, it was under my elbow. But the thing simply wouldn't route and it was getting dark. I didn't even know whether the car would start again if I got the belt replaced, because the battery was really low. To make it all worse, Autozone was to close at 9:00, a matter of only five or ten more minutes. If they closed, I wouldn't even have the jumpstart I thought might be necessary.
"Do you need help," a young man asked who had just left the store. He was about six feet tall,handsome had on white walking shorts, and was pristine clean. I was (and am) squat, gray haired, jowly, usually limping, and near desperate with fatigue and arthritis, not to mention having temporarily greasy hands and arms. Of course, I didn't refuse him.
"I'm slim with long arms," he said cheerfully. "Just made to order for this kind of job." It also turned out he had a similar vehicle!
He showed me how an idler pulley had been destroyed and sent me in for another one. Autozone had one (one!). Then he sent me in for a wrench to install the pulley. In the little more than five or ten minutes it took for him to do the whole job, I was in the store purchasing things he needed. He did it all and insisted on having loctite for the nut so it wouldn't come off. At no time did I actually get to see him do the work.
The Blazer started. Jake Williams told me he had been married a year and he and his wife were leaving for Virginia Beach on vacation the following day. They only lived a short piece from the store and he had come over for some windshield wiper fluid.
I saw God's hand at work in my behalf and am still praising Him for being the Provider. I copied and showed the Sunday School class the size comparisons of planets and stars that Clyde forwarded to us . . . . Wonderful! Oh Lord, what is man that you should take notice of him?
Love,
Dad
I've little to say but I can't let that stop me.
After watching a few Jack Van Impe films and presentations about prophecy, I'm rather in awe of his amazing memory and historical analysis. Most of his stuff seems "right on." I'd like to loan you some VCRs and see what you think. He is a staunch defender of the Jews and shows much passion against those who deconstruct them out of their place in history and in God's economy. He draws on both biblical and extra-biblical sources including Jewish rabbinical works and catholic sources, but filters it all through the scriptures. (Lowell Kress may have been Impe's greatest fan; perhaps I told you Martha gave me all Lowell's prophecy collection.)
Coming back one evening from working with Eric on his new house this past week I had electrical failure after entering Delaware City limits. I prayed about it as the amp indicator moved down to 4 (should have been 14 or so). Within two or three minutes or less, I barely made it into an Autozone. Opening the hood, I found that the serpentine belt that goes around everything had shredded and bound up in the pulleys.
It had been a tough day and the arthritis just about had me down, but I bought the belt (they had only one left) and tried to fit it on the front of the quite hot engine. After asking for advice on how to route the thing, a couple guys said the diagram was right beneath me. Sure enough, it was under my elbow. But the thing simply wouldn't route and it was getting dark. I didn't even know whether the car would start again if I got the belt replaced, because the battery was really low. To make it all worse, Autozone was to close at 9:00, a matter of only five or ten more minutes. If they closed, I wouldn't even have the jumpstart I thought might be necessary.
"Do you need help," a young man asked who had just left the store. He was about six feet tall,handsome had on white walking shorts, and was pristine clean. I was (and am) squat, gray haired, jowly, usually limping, and near desperate with fatigue and arthritis, not to mention having temporarily greasy hands and arms. Of course, I didn't refuse him.
"I'm slim with long arms," he said cheerfully. "Just made to order for this kind of job." It also turned out he had a similar vehicle!
He showed me how an idler pulley had been destroyed and sent me in for another one. Autozone had one (one!). Then he sent me in for a wrench to install the pulley. In the little more than five or ten minutes it took for him to do the whole job, I was in the store purchasing things he needed. He did it all and insisted on having loctite for the nut so it wouldn't come off. At no time did I actually get to see him do the work.
The Blazer started. Jake Williams told me he had been married a year and he and his wife were leaving for Virginia Beach on vacation the following day. They only lived a short piece from the store and he had come over for some windshield wiper fluid.
I saw God's hand at work in my behalf and am still praising Him for being the Provider. I copied and showed the Sunday School class the size comparisons of planets and stars that Clyde forwarded to us . . . . Wonderful! Oh Lord, what is man that you should take notice of him?
Love,
Dad
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