God Chooses the Moment

It was a long, hot and dry summer, that year again there in a small town in the Northern part of Australia. The automatic lawn sprinklers turned around continuously, to keep lawn green. Most factories and offices were closed for a couple of weeks. That had become a tradition. Also the schools were closed. The children played at home in the shadow of old willows and pine trees. Debbie Hill, who was a school teacher, had a meeting that day to attend at the local juvenile work. They organized swim...