Pray For Me On 63
The sky was black and crystal clear as I and four other fellow workers jumped in the company van and headed for Edmonton. We were going home after another 10 day shift of work. This time we were starting our Christmas Break. We would not return to Fort McMurray until after New Year’s Day.
The days had shortened to the sun shining only a couple of hours a day and there was now about 2 ½ feet of accumulated snow on the ground. We threw our bags in the back; taking our seats we left the construction site behind us. “Pray for me on 63”; one of the guys whispered under his breath – mindful of the potential dangers ahead of us as we left the city south on highway 63.
The full moon shown bright illuminating the dense forest and the road and the stars looked close enough to reach out and touch them. A long line of red tail-lights stretched out into the distance ahead of us and an equally long line of headlights followed us as untold numbers of people headed south for Christmas in what looked like a huge convoy of all kinds of vehicles.
It had been 35 below zero, or colder, for most of the winter so far and today was no exception. One of our fellow travelers lay asleep stretched out across the back seat. There was soft Christmas music playing on the radio as the rest of us either dozed in our seats or chatted. It would be two and a half hours before we saw the lights of the first town.
The snow covered forest of spruce trees that lined the highway looked like a wall of frozen sentinels guarding us as we and the other commuters sped past them.
Absentmindedly I looked out the back window. What I saw amazed me. Dancing along the tops of the trees was the most dazzling, bright, and colourful Northern Lights I had ever seen. It looked like the forest and the sky were on fire.
“Wow, look at the Northern Lights”; I announced excitedly. The only person that responded was the driver as he grunted; “Everyone else is asleep”. I sat there in the dark quietly enjoying the show God was putting on.
My companion’s earlier unintentional prayer request quickly passed through my mind. I could feel God’s loving embrace as He cradled us in His glory.
Merry Christmas to all of you