This summer while we were traveling, Elaine and I called home one day and there was a message on our answering machine. It was one of those messages that jolts you into a new sense of the eternal and causes your perspective to change. The word was that a very dear friend of ours, Emery Percell, was lost in the mountains in Colorado. He was with his grandson Robert, a teenager. Then had not been heard from for two days.
Emery is a pastor in Northern Illinois in Rockford.
He is a dear friend. We could hardly believe the message. Emery had grown up in Colorado. He knew the trails well. If only people would stick to the trails - if only people would follow the wisdom of the ancestors.