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Blizzards of Experience
From "In the Midst of Thee," Volume 2 available from and participating bookstores.
Life is a journey, and Heaven is a real destination. There is only one road home to the Father, and that road is straight – or in other words, it’s tight, and it’s restrictive. Now, that road is surely a scenic byway and a great adventure, but it is not casual traveling.
Late one night as I was traveling home from Salt Lake City to Idaho, I ran into snow. As I went north, the snow became heavier until it was a blizzard, and then it was a whiteout. Huge wet flakes driven by wind obliterated the painted lines and the road markers. I went slower and slower until I was barely moving. I couldn’t stop though, but I also couldn’t move. It was a maelstrom of swirling white. I couldn’t tell where the road was. In fact the front of my car suddenly dipped out from under me, and I knew I’d driven off the road. I corrected quickly. There – there seemed to be millions of flashes of reflective white lights streaming at high speed into my windshield blurring my vision and spinning my head. Aw! – it seemed never to end – mile after mile.
And you know, every car that I saw that night passed me. I tried, but I could not keep up with them. How could they go so fast in such a storm? But doggedly, I kept going gaging where I was on the road by the reflector posts on the side of the road. And there I was with the gutter on my left and rumble strip on my right, I went up and over Malad Pass leaving a track that would have resembled the waddle of a drunken duck.
The full text of this story is contained in “In the Midst of Thee,” – volume 2,” available from .
Glenn Rawson – October 29, 2007
Music: Seasons – Kurt Bestor, tracks 7 and 11, edited
Song: Be Still My Soul – Mormon Tabernacle Choir and Orchestra