Yes … We Watched The Movie “Noah”

Man … this is getting to be “plum regular” … this is the second movie we’ve gone to the theater to see in something like two months … and … we’re planning to go see another one in the next couple of weeks!

People are always interested in what you did, and why you did it, so here goes:
First, the whole story of Noah and the flood fascinates me … the fact it had never rained before, Noah being the only preacher on earth, how big the ark was, etc. The whole idea that we get so mad when people won’t respond to our attempts to witness to them … and then, I think of Noah, and his faith, his trust in God. In God’s Word, and God’s promises. We’ll write more on that later.

First, this isn’t a “what’s wrong with” type of review. It would be easy to say that everyone we have talked with told us to not go see it, that it was a waste of money, etc. And, then, tear the movie apart … without having watched it. There has been plenty, enough, of that.
I did bend, slightly, to the temptation, to do a Google search using the term, “What type of genre’ is the new movie Noah?” I stopped after just viewing the results.

I thought this must be “Historical Fiction” (the Librarian in me), but that can’t be it. The best way to describe its genre’ is “Biblical Fiction,” but, I have a really hard time just writing that, and had to convince myself to write all of the letters. The movie is listed as a “Drama.” I wasn’t sure if the category “Biblical Fiction” was a real category, but, from another Google search, apparently, it is. Something about the way that sounds just bothers me.

Anyway, the film is firmly “Biblical Fiction.” I call it a fictional re-write of an historical event. To be polite, there are a great number of “historical inaccuracies,” but the film was never meant to be a realistic re-telling of an actual event. Remember … whether it’s a friend, or neighbor, or stranger telling you something … always “consider the source.” You’ve probably heard enough of all the inaccuracies, like getting the Methuselah-Lamech-Noah genealogy right, but messing up on the birth order of Noah’s sons. From their ages to their marital status, to the number of people on the ark … it was, literally, a fictional re-write. It also hit me that the word “God” was never mentioned in the movie.

Am I concerned that people will watch the movie, and consider it to be fact? Much like the reaction one gets, when asking someone about the Ten Commandments, and they respond something like, “Yeah, I know all about it. I saw the movie.” In this case, I am hoping that the fact that there are certain clearly “Science Fiction” elements thrown in, that this will be enough to convince a secular audience that much of this is fiction, and is meant to be.

It is hard not to quote 2 Timothy 4:4: “And they shall turn away their ears from the truth, and shall be turned unto fables.”
 
I am more hopeful that people who watch the movie will want to go to the Bible and read the real story … And, I think that is the real value of a movie like this. As we quoted our Pastor, when he was asked about the movie “The Passion of the Christ,” and responded, “I liked the book!” We can only pray that people who see this will be compelled to read the real story … and, let God take it from there.

So, what did I really think? In this case, you have to look at it as a “regular” movie. If there had never been a Noah, or a flood, or an ark … then, this would be a great “entertainment” movie. Great story, great acting … great drama … there were times I “jumped,” and times I was on the edge of my seat. Oh … and, special effects!
But, I guess what bothers me is that, knowing the true story … why not tell it the way it is written? I can’t remember ever seeing a movie preview before, which carried a “disclaimer” with it.

We all know the story of Abraham Lincoln. It would be like making a movie called “Abraham Lincoln,” but changing many of the main facts about his life which we know to be true, and changing or adding characters or events to the point where you would say, “Knowing the true story … why not tell it the way it was written?” It would definitely have an effect on the reviews, wouldn’t it?

Carol and I got to the theater about 5 minutes before the movie started … the theater was completely empty … we were the only ones there (Monday night @ 6:20). Another couple showed up just before the previews, and then, another couple showed up moments later. So, all 6 of us watched the movie. We spoke with the first couple out in the hallway, after the movie. The lady said she was going to, now, “go back and read the story from the Bible again.” Again, maybe that’s the whole point to a movie like this. Certainly, God can use something like this for that reason. I was grateful that, just last week, to reinforce myself, I studied Genesis, chapters 6-10. I love the story … as it is written.   

The next movie we’ll go see: “Heaven is For Real.” Carol and I have both read the book, and the lady from the couple at the “Noah” movie, mentioned above, told us she had also read the book, as we all looked at the movie poster.

I mentioned both the “Noah” and the “Heaven” movies to a friend at work today, and we almost got into an argument over the “Heaven is For Real” story. I think it is scheduled to be out this (Easter) weekend … Honesty, I feel terrible about how I reacted to someone’s opinion over the “Heaven is For Real” book … Man, do I need to pray more about my interactions with other people … He had not read the book, but had a definite opinion about it, which differed from mine … I can imagine how people are going to react once the movie comes out … both those who have read the book and seen the movie, and those who have done neither …

Blessings,
Ted

Special Video- John Wayne: “America-Why I Love Her”

We wanted to share this, now seemingly rare video, featuring John Wayne’s narration, with photos, choir, and music, of “America the Beautiful.”
I can honestly say that, yes, I have always been a “John Wayne” fan, and, yes, I always will be.
I was just recently re-introduced, after too long a time, to a couple of his movies. Honestly … I had forgotten, with time, just how great he was on the screen. Like Elvis, Frank Sinatra, and very few others, as new generations come and go, it is forgotten “just how big they were.”

My Mom and Dad (who is, by the way, a big Gene Autry fan) were fans of John Wayne, as are many in my family. I’ll never forget watching “The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance,” for the first time, with my Mom. I brought the movie over to give to her, as she was a huge fan of westerns. I remember the first time I heard, from John Wayne himself, the term, “Pilgrim.” I had heard show-business impressionists use “Pilgrim” many times, but that was the first time I had seen the original words for myself. I’ll never forget my Mom’s reaction when John Wayne came riding into town … his first appearance in the movie … she mentioned how tall he was in the saddle; the way he carried himself, even on horseback … that had to be John Wayne!

A friend lent me the movie a few weeks ago, and I watched it again. When John Wayne came riding into town that first time … I remember, so clearly, my Mom’s words about his being so tall in the saddle … it seems like just yesterday … By the way, I also loved the “That was my steak, Valance” scene … and, what a great, great actor James Stewart was …
Which reminds me that the same friend also lent me “The Shootist,” where Wayne and Stewart were reunited on screen. As great a western as that one was, if you get a chance to see the “extras” that are included with the DVD (I love all of that “behind the scenes” stuff), it is an amazing story of how sick John Wayne was during the filming of what would be his last movie.

One of my favorite children’s books is “Chico the Brave,” written by Dave Horowitz. The story is about a young chicken who is afraid of everything … but, becomes a super-hero. I love to share the story with my students, and they love the story. At the very end of the book, after the story, is a page featuring this quote:
Courage is being scared to death, but saddling up anyway.”
John Wayne

Anyway … to the video … I can remember, “way back when,” when television stations used to “sign off” for the night (and we only got 3 channels-if we were lucky), they would play this same video of John Wayne and “America, Why I Love Her.” I hadn’t seen the video in years, so, when I came across it, I wanted to share it with you. Enjoy!

Addressing “The Address”

It started, innocently enough, when we played a video, shown before the Super Bowl, featuring the reading of the Declaration of Independence … then, we thought about the National Anthem, the Pledge of Allegiance, the Preamble … the Gettysburg Address … Anyway … the idea was, how often do we see, hear, or read these great documents, from which our nation, and, yes, our way of life, sprang?
I can remember, not that long ago, when, in school, we always had to memorize the Declaration (or at least parts of it), the Preamble to the Constitution … and, the Gettysburg Address, for example.
What about now?

Then, from “out of the blue,” I received an email from a friend at New Hampshire Public Television:
Guess what?
From “out of nowhere,” a new movement has started … begun by master film-maker Ken Burns.
The national effort is to get as many citizens as possible to memorize, and recite, the Gettysburg Address. The movement sprang from a film which Mr. Burns was putting together, highlighting the efforts of a group of students at a small school in Putney, Vermont.

Here is a statement from New Hampshire Public Television:
“To commemorate the 150th anniversary of the Gettysburg Address, filmmaker Ken Burns, NHPTV, PBS and other organizations have launched a national effort to encourage everyone in America, especially students, to record their recitation of Abraham Lincoln’s famous speech.”

The goal is have as many citizens as possible, record their recitation of The Address, and then upload it to YouTube.

To support the effort, we are putting the link, which will take you directly to the NHPTV website’s “Learn the Address New Hampshire,” where you will find information about the national effort, notes about the Address itself, and info about Ken Burns’ new film. You’ll be able to view a wide variety of individuals, from both the public and private sector, who have accepted the challenge, and recorded/uploaded their own recitation of “The Address.”

I encourage you to enjoy this unique and uplifting opportunity … and, there will also be a link to where you can download your own copy of The Gettysburg Address.

Blessings,
R.V.R.

Here’s the direct link:

Link to NHPTV Home Page for “The Address”

Shared Email Stories: Angels In The Alley

Diane, a young Christian University student, was home for the summer. She had gone to visit some friends one evening, and the time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than she had planned, and had to walk home alone. But she wasn’t afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her.

She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God’s protection.
Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped around her; she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the paper that a young girl had been attacked in the same alley, just twenty minutes after she had been there.

Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety, and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him.
She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed.

The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her.

When the policeman asked him, he answered, “Because she wasn’t alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her.”

Special Video Presentation: Joni Eareckson Tada: Song and Circumstance

We all have a list of the people we most admire. Whether from history, or from our current time, We love Joni Eareckson Tada, and she is on both lists. Period.
We are so proud of her … proud of what God has done in her life … proud to support her work and ministry … so proud of her …

Here is part of what I personally wrote about Joni, and why we support her:
“I first saw Joni on the cover of a Gospel tract, many years ago, and immediately felt the call to help her ministry in any way I could … from the first time I read her story, then began to read her words, then heard her speak, it was clear that with Joni, God had done something very special … As she has for millions around the globe, Joni Eareckson Tada has inspired and encouraged me, often in ways that can’t be explained, only felt On a personal note, as I writer and speaker, I admire, respect, and am encouraged by the work of Joni Eareckson Tada, more than any person I have ever been blessed to hear or read. Joni embodies the very essence of “Why, Pastor, Why.” From watching her speak, hearing her words of comfort, speaking God’s Word, there is no doubt why “God brought her out.” There was no other person on earth who could do what Joni has done.”

Here is a link to our “Ministries We Support: Joni and Friends” Post, which features some great pictures, including Joni and Ken:
http://pastorappreciationblog.com/?s=joni+and+friends

Now, for the first video. This is Joni singing the theme to the movie which bears the same name:
Alone, Yet Not Alone.” It features some great photos of Joni and her husband, Ken. All of the artwork you will see in the video is done by Joni … As far as I know, this is the first time she has recorded a song, and, my understanding is, that the song was nominated for an Oscar … then, the nomination was taken away … Please allow me to say that I haven’t seen the movie (Remember, I’ve only gone to the theater to see a movie once in the last several years), and I don’t even know when “The Oscars” take place … but, I wanted to share the song, and especially the images … with you … Here is Joni Eareckson Tada singing “Alone, Yet Not Alone:”

Next, here is a television interview with Joni, regarding the circumstances around the song, it’s nomination, and the Oscar nomination being taken away … I share this for just one reason: It provides insight into how the song came to be, and features Joni, with the grace, elegance, dignity, and sincerity that, is, well … just, Joni … We are so proud to be a “Friend of Joni.:”

 

 

I Know Jesus Saves … But, Does He Plow? (Part 2)

Miracles all around us. They are happening all the time, and for different reasons. Sometimes for us … sometimes for them … most always for “both” … always the same Source. We’ve all been a part of, and seen, miracles in our lives. Psalms 46:1 says that, yes, “God is our refuge and strength,” but He is also “a very present help in trouble.”

The next verse explains a lot: “Therefore (because of this) we will not fear” (46:2a). Because of this … God’s having helped us in the past … God having proved that He is there with us in every situation … because of His faithfulness to His Word … Because of Who He is and What He is … because of what He’s done for me in the past … because of this … I will not fear now. Because of this … it must mean … it has to mean … it just has to mean … that He is here, with me now … Because of this … I will call on Him … because I know He is there … because He has always been there … He must be … He has to be … here now … He always has been, so He must be here now … after all, He is “a very present help.”

Let’s go back a couple of weeks up here in Northern New Hampshire. To what I hope (as things begin to melt here today) was our last major snow storm of the season. I apologize if I don’t remember the exact day, but they have all looked a lot alike for many months now. I know this was a week or so before Spring, because I remember writing “Tis the Day Before Spring” a week or so after the storm.

I can’t understand how, when I hear the “old timers” talk, how they used to get something like four feet of snow a day … when, a couple of years ago, it was the “snowiest year” on record … and, the most we ever got was 2 feet … I do, however, “get it” when they say this is the coldest on-going Winter they can remember … This winter has been so long, that, as noted above, I’ve lost my memory as to just when “all this” started. I do know that, every year that we’ve been here, we’ve had robins in our yard before Spring … this year, it’ll be April in a couple of days, and no robins yet. So, somewhere in the middle of March, we got a big snowstorm. How big? How bad? Well, the forecast called for somewhere between 12-24 inches. The Winter just hadn’t stopped, and I couldn’t remember the “January thaw” we usually get. I still don’t remember if we got the “thaw” or not … the snow and cold has just all blended together this year, so I don’t think we got one. Maybe for a few hours … maybe … but I must have been at work … So this new storm, on the horizon, was looming …

I am reminded of a heavyweight boxing match, when the challenger has taken so many tough, hard punches, that it won’t take much to “knock him out.” I guess this was the way we were (hey-that sounds like a song!) when this storm came. We had fought so many tough rounds already … it may take less than a “championship” punch to knock us out, here in the final rounds of the fight.

I think it was on a Wednesday when the new snow began to fall. Just the beginning of what was forecast to be a “significant snow event,” with the snow continuing through the evening, overnight, and tomorrow. How bad? It was just before 1:30 that afternoon when the announcement came over the loudspeaker: “School has been cancelled for tomorrow.” Really? This had never happened before … As giddy as I was over the announcement, it also confirmed that this must be a serious storm. Even “old-timers” at the school (sorry for the designation, I mean well) said that they could not remember, ever, a time when School was cancelled THE DAY BEFORE!!! We’ve written often of how much snow we’ve gotten this year, but, we had not had a “snow day” yet this year. Last year, we had one snow day. And, one snow day the year before. Etc.

Anyway, the snow began to fall in earnest. By nightfall, several inches were on the ground … and, on the roads. For those of you who know, it’s not an issue, regardless of how much snow falls, as long as the roads are plowed. Well … this time … because of the length of the “snow event,” and especially since school had been cancelled already, there wasn’t as much an urgency to get the roads plowed. Plus, in such an event, the main roads keep all the resources tied up. Let’s just say I live on a “side road.” Still in the city limits, but off of the last red light, out of town. So, we are among the last to get plowed. I’m not complaining by any means; that’s just the way it is. So, we are on a side road, only a couple of houses, and our road is one long, continuous hill. Our driveway is also one continuous hill. What makes this so difficult in snow is because, when you turn into our road (from the “main road” below), it is at a 90-degree angle, which means that you lose any momentum you may have gained, as you start up “our hill.” Then, when you turn into our driveway, it is another 90-degree angle, so you lose any momentum you may have gained. In a nutshell, if our street hasn’t been plowed, and the snow is heavy, you just don’t stand a chance to make it … until the city has come, and plowed the street. You just can’t gain enough speed in deep snow to make it up the hill, and then, into our driveway.

There have been times, in years past, when we have parked one of our vehicles in the hospital parking lot, about a ½ mile away, because only one of our vehicles could make it up our street.  Let’s say that someone comes home at 5:00 PM, but our street hasn’t been plowed. You just can’t wait until 9:00 PM or later (city is on 4 Hour cycles) to drive home. So, that’s what we’ve had to do. This was before we had gotten 4-wheel drive vehicles.

On this night, in mid-March, I had taken Carol to work, in order to leave the truck in our garage during the storm. The snow kept falling. And, falling. And, accumulating on both the driveway and the roads. It was late, very late, and it was time to pick Carol up from work. They had not plowed our street, nor had they plowed the main road below. Since we are on a hill, it is never an issue of “getting out;” we just roll down the driveway, and then roll down the street to the main road.

On this night, they had only plowed the main highway, at that last red light. I always say, after years of driving in the snow, that you can go anywhere at 15 miles-per-hour. Tonight, I went 10. I was concerned that, even with a heavily weighted truck-bed (I have 5, five-gallon buckets of sand up against the cab, 3 heavy pallets in the middle, and 8 concrete blocks on the rear), I wouldn’t be able to make it back up the hill to our driveway. As I traversed the streets leading up to where I would pick up Carol, it was plain that the city plows hadn’t been out. I was barely able to just get into the parking lot. In fact, even in 4-wheel drive and with all that weight, I would have to repeatedly back up in order to get out into the street, after she got into the truck. And, she was in a “more major” street, certainly, than we lived on. I had to wait. And, wait. She couldn’t leave until her replacement arrived. He was always on time, but this night, he was late. Unusual. This wasn’t like him at all, even though I gave no thought to what he must have had to drive through, to get to work. He finally arrived.

As Carol climbed into the truck, she was praying … praying that Jesus would help us get home … Oh, Boy … then, we had to keep trying, just to get out into the street … a driveway, and street, which were on level ground … she kept praying for us to get home safely … My eyes were on the road, but my ears were on her … praying … knowing that we had one big hill to climb … and, it was evident from her prayers, that we weren’t going to make it without help … She was right, even though she had not seen the hill I’d slid down earlier … but, I knew the same thing … we weren’t going to make it without help … We crossed the intersection at the red-light, and then cautiously worked our way through the snow. Those who have to drive in these conditions know what I mean by “worked.” Carol kept praying; I kept working. We make it through the main road, leading to our street. We had the sharp, 90-degree turn into our street, where we lost any momentum we may have had.

Then, it happened:
It was only later that I realized the significance of what lay ahead of us … I was too busy praying, and gripping the wheel …
We were at the bottom of the hill; the truck’s headlights allowing us to see far ahead, up the hill in front of us. There … in the middle of the street … leading to our driveway … was a path … exactly in the center of the road … all the way up the hill … a perfectly plowed path … and, when I say perfectly plowed, it was perfect … dead-center in the middle of the road … it was plowed … not a big, wide swath, which would have been made by a city plow … but, it was narrower, much narrower … just enough for a truck … like ours … to perfectly get through … “Someone” had plowed our street … just our street … the main road (from the red-light) leading to our street was not plowed … if someone had plowed our street and turned around at the bottom of the hill, there was no evidence that this had been done … it was, as if, “Someone,” had just “dropped down,” plowed our street up to our driveway, and disappeared … I thought of the “delay” in Carol getting off work … How the fact that she was late, gave “Someone” time to “work behind the scenes,” which we addressed in Part 1 of this story …

This, now, explains the title of this story.
“Jesus at the Plow?” Aren’t we His hands and feet on this earth?

Recently, I received a beautiful, unforgettable birthday card from my niece, and her family. She wrote “Proverbs 3:5-6” as part of her personalization of the card. Yes, I love these verses: In fact, we have these same verses, with artwork from our dear friend Candy, hanging on the wall of our office. Proverbs 3:6 says, “In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.”The word “direct,” used here in “direct thy paths,” can also be interpreted as “make smooth or straight.”

Even now, I still see that path, plowed perfectly for us … so smooth, and so straight.

By the way … something else my niece wrote, in the card which arrived just before this storm: “Sorry the card is late.” No … I’d say the card arrived just on time … for, “such a time as this.”

Blessings,R.V.R.

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I Know Jesus Saves … But, Does He Plow? (Part 1)

Like all of us, I have witnessed many miracles, and been involved in many of them. If you just look around, really, we are all, every day, surrounded by miracles. My Pastor used to say that, if you don’t think you have anything to be thankful for … just take a breath …

I have been helped so many times, in a miraculous way, my entire life. God’s mercy has protected me, helped me, and, as GA Bulldog announcer Larry Munson would say, “saved my whatchamacallit.” I looked that word up, and it’s in dictionaries.

As we wrote before, if it is important to you, it’s important to God. If it matters to you, it matters to Him. And, nothing is more important to Him than your relationship with Him. Period. I am constantly talking with God, and, yes, most of the time, I do more talking than listening. But, I know His voice … and He knows mine. Psalm 30:10 says, “Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.” He is always there when I call. Even when I don’t call, He is still very much there. And, when He answers my call, I should never forget it … and, should tell others of His faithfulness, at every opportunity. In trouble or not, it is a great thing to be able to call out to Him, and have Him hear. And, it is so important for us to not forget His faithfulness … what He’s done for us in the past … to give us hope for every situation we face in the future. Lamentations 3:21 says, “This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope.”

Sometimes we have to wait … He is working behind the scenes, doing things, making things happen for us … and, we’re not even aware-until later-that He was working the whole time.
Back to Lamentations: “The LORD is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him. It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD” (3:25-26). Fact is, God is always working “behind the scenes” for us … and, waiting, patiently, to do more. Waiting for our call. Once, years ago in Connecticut, I was backing out of the driveway, something I had done hundreds of times. It was after a big snowstorm, but the driveway was downhill, and I could make it down, in reverse, with my eyes closed. On this morning, I was backing out, straight out of the driveway, and it felt like something grabbed my van, and moved it … slid it through the snow … into the ditch on the right-hand side of the driveway … It felt like it was shoved off the driveway. (Never mind what I said!!!) So, I had to call work (1 ½ hours away), and let them know I’d be late. I had to call a wrecker to get me back up into the driveway. God revealed something to me that I had never considered:
I wonder what it was … what danger would have been ahead … had I left for work on time, and not slid off the driveway? What was out there, waiting for me … within that 3 hour span …? It was then, at that moment, I realized something I’ve never forgotten. How many things … how much trouble … how much pain and suffering … how many circumstances does God keep us out of … away from … that we don’t even know about? What was revealed to me that morning was this:
More times than I could ever imagine. We would be amazed at the things we can’t see … we’d be stunned to learn of all the times that what we considered to be “inconvenient” to us, was just a ploy to “buy time” to allow other things to happen … to protect us, and, even save our lives. We’ve all heard stories of people who over-slept, had unexplained car trouble, missed a bus or train … and, because of that … they were spared or saved from disaster. So, that’s what I’m talking about.

I think back to so many times when “someone just showed up” to help me. I know that you can think of all those times too, that something like that has happened to you. What amazes me, is that when I look back over the years … even when I wasn’t living for God … God still protected me … kept me safe … knowing that, one day … “for such a time as this …”
I can feel those words touching you, as well. God is so good, so loving, and so merciful … we never deserve it … but think about all of those times when, “humanly speaking,” we really didn’t deserve it. He protected us … kept us from certain disaster … knowing that, “one day …”

I am reminded of Psalm 63:7: “Because thou hast been my help, therefore in the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice.”

I can’t stress enough how important this message about God keeping His hand on us, even though we aren’t serving Him, is. Protecting us, keeping us from harm, having His hand on us … even though we had no idea at the time. I think of Paul, when he was Saul … in spite of that he was doing … think about it … God protected him, kept him from those who would have done him much harm … knowing, that one day …

Just a short story to close: I remember a time, yes, in “the bad old days,” I was with a couple of friends. We weren’t criminals or breaking many laws, but we weren’t driving around handing out Gospel tracts, either. Let’s just say we were making a speedy exit from a residence we had spent the last few hours visiting. I was driving, and, somehow, I managed to run off the road into a ditch. It was imperative for us to leave the area quickly, but, there we were, in a ditch. From out of nowhere, a truck passed us, stopped just ahead of our vehicle, and then backed up to just in front of our car. We thought we were done for. I know we all thought, “This is it!” A big, big guy got out of the truck in overalls. He looked like he could just lift the car up by himself. He walked up, and this is all he said: “Let’s get you outta there.” He reached in back of the truck, grabbed a chain, and hooked up to the car. He then got in the truck, I got in the car, and he pulled me out. He then stopped, unhooked the chain, and drove off. He didn’t say a word. It was like he was “just sent,” just sent “for such a time as this.” We looked at each other, then up the road … and he was gone. Just disappeared into the landscape.

 I’ve heard and read many of these types of stories, and many of you have them too. This is one of mine. I haven’t thought about that in years. God has to remind me all the time, when I am being judgmental (etc.) over someone’s activities or lifestyle … that I should have compassion … for me to think about Paul … and to think about me … how I was …

I am so glad He hasn’t changed … He always was there, and always Is there.

Blessings,
R.V.R.