Proof The Bible Is True

Opening the blinds early that morning, I wondered if I’d be able to catch a glimpse of Mount Baker 40 miles away. The 10,000-foot peak dominates the Nooksack River Valley. At least it does on the days when you can see it. Western Washington isn’t known for its clear skies. Even in late May, clouds can sometimes shroud the landscape for weeks at a time. But that morning, the view looked postcard-perfect.

 

All spring Chad Gruizenga, a part-time employee at my company, Pacific Pumping, had been after me to join him for a snowmobile run on Mount Baker. “I know you’ve got the world on your shoulders, Marv,” he’d say with a smile. “But you need to put it all down for a day and just have some fun.”

 

Chad had a point. But I had a company to run, plus my wife, Rachelle, and our three kids to worry about. Keeping things operating smoothly at work and at home took most of my time. I didn’t resent my responsibilities. I liked being in charge, but I barely had time for church on Sunday, so I really didn’t have time to go out and play.

 

Finally, though, I’d given in to Chad. That day we bundled up and hit the range of glaciers that make up much of Mount Baker. By 10 o’clock, we unloaded a pair of Ski-Doo High Marks—large, powerful snowmobiles that can go as fast as 80 miles per hour—from my pickup truck just south of the mountain. We fired them up and tore down the trail like a couple of kids set loose from school on a snow day.

 

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