we live outside the town of clinton, new jersey, only about 20 miles east of pennsylvania. it is a affluent area, clinton, folded in the pennsylvania-style hills, draped in woods and dotted with oversized houses. as we drive from our home into the town of clinton, at the crest of one of those hills, you can see across the clinton valley, home of the restless raritan river, to another large hill just west of clinton. it is a hill of commerce, home to a large grocery store, a wal-mart, a tj maxx, and several other stores, not to mention a motel and restaurants. at night this gaudy corsage of commercialism is particularly an affront to the countryside around it, lighting up the otherwise dark sky. recently, as i was driving the boys into town one night and we were on that particular hill, jack pointed at the light polution and excitedly shouted, "daddy, look! new york city!"
it was raining that night, and we were headed to wal-mart to pick up something or another that we probably could not have conceivably lived without. by the time we were leaving, the rain had really picked up. so i quickly splashed the cart through the parking lot to the van, got cade into the car and, as quickly as i could, got to the other side of the van and put jack in his seat. as i was strapping him in he worriedly said to me, "hurry daddy, before the storm comes! hurry!" so i became an actor in his imaginative game, running around the van to the driver's side as if my life depended on it. when i finally escaped the cold rain and closed the van door, jack triumphantly yelled, "you made it! jesus saved you from the storm!"