MCC Homecoming Coronation Monday September 30th 10:00 am High School Gym
MCC Receives VFW Post 2793 Auxiliary Donation
VFW Post 2793 Auxiliary of Thief River Falls presented a monetary donation to support students in need of school supplies at Marshall County Central High School. This was just a small part of their Back to School event.
They held a Fill the Armored Truck event on August 10 to collect various school supplies and donations. They also held a silent auction, sold Mega Raffle tickets, and conducted two 50/50 raffles. They stated, “we believe in the importance of providing students with the needed school supplies they may have trouble getting otherwise. We hope to host this kind of event for many years to come for the students in our community and we are confident that this contribution will significantly impact the learning experience for MCC students.”
“You should write the story about the time the tree fell on someone’s car in front of our old house,” Olga said last week.
I replayed memories from four years ago, and the incident’s fuzzy details sharpened.
On August 15, 2020, someone had parked on the street in front of our Minneapolis home in Olga’s usual spot, forcing her to park her Honda farther down the street. A storm blasted in and hurled a boulevard tree onto the stranger’s car, smashing its roof and shattering its windshield. Her car was spared.
The accident thrust me into contemplative mode, and other stories rolled into my mind.
The tornado of May 22, 2011, laid waste to our North Minneapolis neighborhood, its destructive fists slamming houses all around us. Our damage? The winds blew a lone shingle onto our front steps.
A stranger broke into our home on the night of February 28, 2014, while we were sleeping. Police later informed us the intruder had been unarmed while in our home and only wanted to steal from us and not kill us.
Leaving Beldenville, Wisconsin, on July 27, 2024, Husband drove the two of us west into the setting sun and back to the Twin Cities. At an intersection on 690th Avenue, he blew through a stop sign. A car, heading southbound, sailed past us, missing us by a breath. Husband’s phone trilled.
“We almost witnessed both our parents die at the same time,” Thora said on the other end of the line from the car behind us she rode in with her sisters. “I would’ve needed counseling for the next ten years at least.”
Adrenaline whooshed through my bloodstream, and it took me more than a few minutes to normalize.
My life is fraught with evidence--with signs of repetitive rescue. I’m the recipient of deliverance, and I can’t make sense of the why behind it.
Some people see goodness in their lives and say, “I’ve done something right.” Or difficulties hit them, and they say, “I’ve done something wrong.”
No.
“Why was this man born blind?” Jesus’ friends asked him. “Was it because of his sins or his parents’ sins?”
“Neither,” He said. “This happened so the power of God could be seen in him.”
And He healed the blind man and sent him on his way, infuriating the religious leaders all over again.
And this is the way of it: a plan is assigned to each course, but we can’t know which way it goes until it does. Good comes, bad comes. I can’t figure it out any more than you can. But it’s the perfect time for faith.
I was blind too once, but now I see.
