“The fire was raging. It was so hot that piles of soot and debris rose hundreds of feet into the air before it began its slow, settling descent.”
There is at least one thing that rural, small town and big city type people have in common-besides the obvious things like skin and kids and bills and such. Do you want to know what that one thing is? A fire! I have been part of a crowd in rural New Brunswick at 3:00 o’clock in the morning, and I have also been part of a fire-fueled crowd here in Toronto. Fires attract people-wherever they occur!
One time, Sheila and I were out for a walk and we saw some massive, inky black plumes raising into the cloudless blue sky just a block or two from where we were. We decided to put our lunch date on hold and go check out the fire.
As we started our pilgrimage to the fire, many others joined us along the way. One man suggested that it was the rubber factory that was just over on the next block. I immediately prayed that it wasn’t! What a nasty problem that would have been! Finally, we got over onto Cawthra Road. It runs along the railroad tracks, so we had an unobstructed view of the fire a few hundred yards from us, on the other side of the tracks.
It’s always a sad thing to hear about someone being murdered. If you don’t want to read about someone being murdered, then skip this edition of Pastor-Eye-zzed. Also, please understand that I am not making light of such a serious and sad situation by writing about it in this blog. It is just that there is one point of interest in this story that grabbed my attention.