(Continued from yesterday) Moments after my brother-in-law’s single engine plane hit the ground, Ray fought for his life, suspended upside-down in a burning crop duster. By now, the flames had engulfed the cockpit and Ray’s hands and chest were in such agony that unfastening the hot metal buckle was proving impossible. Realizing that the fire was reaching his face, …
When Prayer Turns Desperate (Part I)
Even at nine years of age, I knew better than to call the church during the worship. So when the telephone rang at our tiny country service, my eyes turned with the other 40 members to watch our secretary slip into the office. Within moments, she motioned for my mom. The news was not good: my brother-in-law’s plane had …