After a trip to Caloma camping I was back in the office last week. There will probably be some more stories about camping later. One of the first jobs I had was to take a load of horses up to Living Waters camp in Luther Michigan.
On the way up the truck started acting up on me. In my determined nature we were definitely going to make up there and not stop or turn around. About Ludington things started getting interesting. Finally on the giant hill on M-37 in Lake County the truck breathed its' last.
Here I am stuck on a huge hill, with a 20 foot stock trailer and no truck. Long story short, I unloaded the horses and I called a friend who came about 20 minutes later, by then a sheriff was on the scene. He wanted me off the road NOW. So he tells me to back down the hill because I was blocking one lane of traffic. No problem I say as I procede to jack knife the trailor and block two lanes of traffic. Now my friend finds a nasty old hemp rope and we get myself pulled out of the road any ways.
By then Chad Coppess was on the way with another truck. So running total of time on the road is now 1 hour and 20 minutes. Chad finally gets to me after I'd been on the road for 2 and a half hours. It all ended well and yes you can tow a pick up 60+ MPH down the high way. The point is I sat on the road for almost 3 hours, with horses tied to trees, a good part of it right in the middle of the road, and how many people do you think stopped? 1 person, and that was at the 2 hr and 15 min mark. They said they saw me when they went to supper, and because I was still there after they were done eating the thought they should see if I was all right.
How many times have I passed a stranger broke down? Too many to count. Could any body have helped me? I'm not even sure. But nobody tried. I was a little let down by my country compadres in Lake county.
Matthew 25 discusses that when Jesus returns in His glory He will seperate us by how we recieved Him. Many will ask when did they see Him. Jesus says, "I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me."
As I was a poor, broke down, cowboy on the side of a rural highway, in the middle of the woods, far from home I sure felt like the least of them. Evaluate how many times we may miss a chance to bless some one because we're too focused on what's ahead of us and miss what's right in front of us.