God controls our environment

During the disaster at the Three Mile Island nuclear power plant in Pennsylvania, my parents were living within the fifty-mile radius that some news reports said was the "danger zone." Unable to help with the physical work of solving the problems at the plant, we all prayed, each in his or her own way. God was the one power we felt we could turn to at a time like that.

There were plenty of other people praying—including, no doubt, employees who were working to control the accident. To everyone's great joy, this was accomplished.

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