The Journey

Well, Phil and Emily didn’t make it to the place they were heading at the intended time. There were a few snags along the way. On Thursday night they had to get everything cranked up, tied down, cranked in, and stowed away. Part of that everything was going to get the trailer (Closet – Storage Shed) they pull behind them. Finally, they had it all done, but the old tic-toc on the wall had its big hand on twelve and its little hand on nine. It was nine pm – late – tired – but they headed out anyway. 

That was when act two appeared. Act two in this story included them heading up the highway (back road is what they call it) going over this triple high bridge, with Phil driving the RV, pulling the shed and Emily following close behind in the SUV. All of a sudden, she sees sparks flying out from under the trailer. She said “I thought it was on fire.” They pulled over on this triple-high bridge, as close to the concrete as they could. Soon, a highway patrolman stopped to help keep them save from everyone wanting to pile on. They called a wrecker who then towed the trailer to a Publix parking lot… somewhere north – arriving around three in the morning. The welder arrived around nine the next morning and had them on the road and $600.00 lighter by 11:30am.

It is now Friday morning and they are back out on the highway. Only this time it is bumper to bumper traffic traveling at a break-neck speed of five miles per hour. Five hours got them eighty miles up the road. There are wrecks, cars out of gas, flat tires… a general mess out there.

They are now at Perry – the place they wanted to get to on Thursday evening. Seeing that the storm will be following them in their northwest movement, they decide to head northeast for Fort Bragg. At least at Fort Bragg they will be with their grandson – the Army Captain Chaplain – and his family.

Tonight they are at a truck stop in Melon, Georgia (on I-75). Both are exhausted, craving a night’s restful sleep. No air. No hook-ups. Just the windows raised, a good breeze, and two tired souls.

They wanted me to send their appreciation for all your prayers… they need all they can get. Emily said “We are not sure what we will find when we return to McDill. We will get hit from both sides, since our family camp is out in the bay… water just about all around. Oh, well,” She added, “We need a new place to worship anyway.”

Tomorrow morning they will drive on to Fort Bragg and stay there for a week.

Thanks for your prayers for them and all the people affected by this devastating storm.

Grace and Peace
Steve

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OMG! It’s a hundred years old today. That’s right – it’s exactly a century since Admiral of the Fleet Sir John Arbuthnot Fisher – Lord Fisher, First Baron Fisher of Kilverstone – coined the acronym we all know and love. He came up with OMG (“Oh! My God!”) in a letter of 9 September 1917 […]

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When we were serving the Triplett church in Mooresville there was a dear old man there named George Washington. George was 100% Cherokee Indian. He had taught brick laying at Nebraska University for many years. They loved him so much in the church he and Lucille attended out there that they put a sign on his pew in the balcony which read: “George Washington Slept Here.” After retiring, George and Lucille moved back home.

He, at one time, was on the Tribal Council at Cherokee and still his family has a home there. George was a very hard-working man. At 85 years of age he could still work circles around the rest of us younger guys. He couldn’t figure out why people were so lazy.

George was also a good church member… one who was there at every function. While we were there George got sick and started passing out in church. One Easter Sunday morning George passed out while the choir was singing “God So Loved The World.” I can’t tell you the impact that had on our congregation. As George fell over in the pew… we all were being reminded that God loves us so much that he even gave his Son in our behalf.

It wasn’t long after that George died. We had Chief Thomas and many people from Cherokee come and participate in the memorial service. George was a fine man, but I will never forget the sermon that he and God preached on that Easter Sunday.

Dear God, when we faint and fall over… when life is too much to handle…when all our coping skills aren’t enough… would you sing sweetly to us and remind us of how very much you love us each and every day.  Amen.

Grace and Peace
Steve

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