If you missed it — it was an amazing night. It was THE happening place to be on Halloween, I must admit. The band was rocking it. The booths were staffed with the friendliest group of folks. And the hot dogs were grilled to perfection. The cotton candy went so well this year, I’m sure Ken (who says every year, “this is my last,” will be back again. He looks so good in smurf blue.

I’m sure you know by now, that the “it” you may have missed with Harvest Festival 2018. Laurie Keller and Dee Vula did one fabulous job. The night ran as smooth as a Michel Medawar clock. It was as fun as the youth playing Nine Square, led by Andrew. Being, of course, the grand decider of crowd estimates, I’d say it was easily our largest crowed — EVER — at the event. It was jammed and the reactions of folks were very positive. Our count estimate is 1,160. WOW!

Plans and tweaks (I hear) are already in the works for 2019. Thanks for praying. Thanks for giving. Thanks for smiling.

For me, however, the night didn’t end as the decorations and booths were headed back into storage for another year. I got a message that my in-laws had been hit by a car as they were turning left onto Crenshaw from Crestridge. Oh dear… A young driver had run the red light coming up Crenshaw and hit the front of their car. Don Shoff could not move his arm, so we sent him off to the hospital for a checkup. There was nothing broken, so that was good news. After midnight they came to our house for some rest and Christie took them back to LaVerne in the morning.

My job was to wait. And wait. And wait. For what? The tow truck. They sent one tow truck for both cars. Then I got to wait as the driver delivered the other car to the driver’s home and then came back for the Shoffs’ car. I got home about 11:30 pm, if my memory serves me. I should have had two hot dogs, I’m just saying.

But I got to wait surrounded by Peninsula folks. They came down right away to offer any assistance they could and hung around until a clear picture was evident. What a blessing! Robert Medawar stayed until the bitter end, and we sent Andy Iseli home just before the tow truck arrived (the second time). Note to self:  try not to get into an accident on Halloween. There aren’t many sheriff’s available, and even fewer tow trucks. Go figure.

My long day was capped by a longer evening. We slept well, however.

You never know what the next moment will bring. But through it all and no matter what, we have a sovereign God Who rules this earth. Whether it is the ministry of the evening or the tough times which follow. We are family. And through it all we will stick together and shine the light of God in the darkness of life. Let’s continue to serve with all our hearts and souls and minds and strength. God is at work, let’s join Him in what he’s doing here.