Kanomata's Latest Escapade. . .

It was November 29th, and we were traveling home from a marvelous visit with our Grandparents in Canada, and we were blessed to work at the Toronto Japanese church. By God's grace, Mommy had given a wonderful testimony, and Daddy a rousing sermon titled, “You are Getting Sleepy” (Obviously, no one dared sleep during this sermon!) Its such wonderful blessing & privilege to share music and lessons with others!

Now we were on the long 8 hour journey home. We were still in Canada when the notice was made that the gas gage was ominously pointing towards E, and the bright orange light was glaring out at us. Mommy suggested that we really should get filled up before crossing the border into the U.S, but Daddy reassured everyone that all was peace and safety, and that we would make it to our restaurant, that was about 120 miles away, with absolutely no trouble whatsoever. Daddy wanted to save as much time as possible.

Well, we had reached the border, and had gotten safely through with no difficulty, and continued along on our happy way. One mile... two miles... twenty miles.... one hour... one hour and a half... some of the family were peacefully sleeping, others listening to sermons, and others engaging in interesting discussions, when all of a sudden, Daddy’s eyes begin to bug out, and he thought “Oh no... I think... we’re out of gas...” The car was slowing slightly, and Nicole asked Daddy, “Um, Daddy, are we out of gas?” Daddy replied in a quite serious tone, “Yes... we are out of gas.” Mommy, who was peacefully sleeping in the front seat bolded upright and exclaimed , “Oh no! We’re out of gas?!!”

At this point in time, pressing the gas pedal no longer propelled us forward, and we were just coasting along on highway 75. Daddy pulled the car over on the shoulder of the road, and it coasted along down a little hill, up a little hill, and here come to a stand still under a bridge. First we prayed, and asked God to keep us safe, as it was very dangerous for us to be totally stopped, and sitting on the side of the road. The question then arose - what are we going to do now?? Well, we looked around and saw that about a mile down the road was a BP gas station. Daddy, being the brave Daddy that he is, volunteered to leave the safety of the car, jump over the barrier in the middle of the highway, and risk life and limb to cross the busy highway 75, run up the steep hill, and run a mile to the gas station to get a few gallons of gas to help us survive till we reached the next stopping place, about 11 miles down the way. So Daddy got out of the car, looked about, and began the heroic journey to the BP gas station...

We in the car were waiting, and praying, and talking... and waiting some more, and praying some more, and talking some more.... Meanwhile, Daddy was now returning. He descended what he thought was the right hill, but to his shock and horror, the car was no longer there!! He looked this way and that, but the car was not in sight! Where could it be? He then looked across the highway, and with great relief discovered he had gone to the wrong side of the road.

Well, After an agonizing 20 minutes, we in the car saw our hero returning with the precious bit of gas. Daddy came to the side of the car, with trucks and vehicles zooming and whizzing past at unbelievable speeds, and poured the much needed gas into the gas tank.

Daddy finished it up, and jumped in to the car, and with a sigh of relief started up the engine. We all prayed together and thanked God for his protecting hand over us all through this escapade. And we were then joyfully on our way again, praising the Lord for His never failing goodness and mercy. Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised!