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M OTHER and I were at the raneh, thirty miles from San Diego, on that night in tion had told me was to be any dif ferent from other nights'we had spent there. I had gone to bed and was sit ting up writing to Hugh. It was. very peaceful, I remember, the stillness of the night broken only by the restless rustle of branches against the house, moved by the cold night air. The sound of a car in the driveway brought me suddenly erect. “It must j be Hugh,” I thought excitedly. He could not always tell us when he was coming home from Tucson, so I thought nothing of a surprise visit. I slipped on a robe and went down stairs and out into the night to meet him. It was very dark and I paused to turn on the flood light that lighted the garden at night. Immediately the ★ [Drawn largely from letters which Mrs. Evans has written to personal friends, the message of these pages is sent forth with the prayer that others may find herein the basis of true Easter Joy. It was only this thought that made the writer willing for the article's publication. ‘*-1 am arixious," she said, "th a t not -jnuch prominence shall be given to Hugh or to me; too much cannot be said Of our wonderful Lord and what He has done for us—we must dwell on that." Mrs. Evans was graduated from the Bible Institute of Los Angeles in 1933 and served for a time as Assistant Dean of Women where the Lord used her life and testimony rtehly. Hugh was her only child.—EDITOR.]
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STUDENT PILOT'S TESTIMONY By CHARLES H. INGRAM •
Hugh Evans was my instructor, and I loved him as I would a brother. We were about the same age. When we took off on thatfbright afternoon of December 11, 1942, neither of us realized it was Hugh’s last trip. He was such a swell pilot! Since I had reached my thirtieth hour of training, he had promised to teach me simple acrobatics. We climbed to a safe altitude before starting our air work. Our maneuver took us over the foothills of a small mountain rang«. After f >racticing loops, rolls, and spires, we decided to go down to a ower altitude. As Hugh started to pull up, a down draft caught us. The plane went out of control, and things happened too fast for either of'us to do anything. , After the crash, I was so bewildered and hurt that I did' not take in the fact that Hugh actually was gone. Later, in the hospital, though, I had some minutes of serious thinking. “Well,” I said to myself, “ when the Lord takes a fellow Home to heaven like Hugh, there is no need for any one to grieve.” Hugh was a Christian; we all knew it because he lived his religion. I remembered his quiet Voice as he spoke directions to me in the plane. He was always controlled, confident, and considerate of his pupils. He seemed to have an inner peace. ■ — Then I got to thinking: “ Here I am, still living, and Hugh Evans is dead. What is the meaning of all this?” It came over me in a flash: “ The Lord let you live because He has,work for you to do. He means that you snail realize the seri ousness of it and live closer to Him than you ever have before.” I had accepted the Lord Jesos Christ as my Saviour when only nine years old, but I hadn’t known much about letting Him be the Master of my life. I am determined now, however, that in all things “ HE shall have the preeminence.” I know that decision would please Hugh, fot it is one he lived by himself.
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