Nearly twenty years ago now, a savagely fought vote in the Church went the wrong way -- by a single vote -- one vote short of a two-thirds majority. My late wife Mirjam and I were both exhausted, disconsolate, and tearful. Mirjam suggested that we take time out together in Cape Town's Company Gardens. We walked down the long avenue of oak trees, when all of a sudden, a fat man stepped into the avenue in front of us, and sang: "God will take care of you! He will take care!" Then as suddenly as he appeared, he disappeared.