My house burned on the Day of the Doctor...and he was not around. There was no blue box. No "whirr-wrrrr" of a time machine that is bigger on the inside than the outside. All 13 of him were busy moving a planet. Gandalf didn't come. I hear he was on a journey with or preparing for a journey with a hobbit named Bilbo. Thor didn't come because he was fighting dark elves. I do not know where Superman, Luke Skywalker, or Chuck were.
I do know that he Lord God was with us. I won't tell you how it started, but the flames went right between my Dad's legs as he was running out of the room it started in. NOT A SINGLE BIT of his jeans was burned. God was with us. He protected us.
"To You, Lord I call; you are my rock, do not turn a deaf ear to me. For if you remain silent, I will be like those who go down to that pit. Hear my cry for mercy as I call to you for help, as I lift up my hands toward your Most Holy Place....Praise be to the Lord, for he has heard my cry for mercy" Psalm 28
I do know that he Lord God was with us. I won't tell you how it started, but the flames went right between my Dad's legs as he was running out of the room it started in. NOT A SINGLE BIT of his jeans was burned. God was with us. He protected us.
"To You, Lord I call; you are my rock, do not turn a deaf ear to me. For if you remain silent, I will be like those who go down to that pit. Hear my cry for mercy as I call to you for help, as I lift up my hands toward your Most Holy Place....Praise be to the Lord, for he has heard my cry for mercy" Psalm 28
