More than 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 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 out of the trees and into the avenue in front of us, and sang: "God will take care of you! He will take care!" Then as suddenly as he had appeared, he disappeared. OBSERVATION: All's well that ends well. Another vote was decisive.
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