We had an interesting weekend. Joanne moved into her new home on Saturday. The moving truck arrived to deliver all her stuff. The movers were a father (Larry), son (Doug) and a friend (Shawn). The father was very sick, so he slept in the truck while the other 2 guys did the work. It took all day and into the evening to get everything unloaded. We left before they were done because the boys needed to eat dinner.
On our way home after dinner, Leif noticed the moving truck was parked on the exit ramp we take to get home, and he saw the flashing lights of an ambulance. Leif saw a man sitting in the ambulance. We went home so I could get the boys to bed, but Rob went back to the truck. The ambulance had already left. Rob knocked on the door of the cabin to see if anyone was there, and to see if they were the 2 movers. Sure enough, same guys. Rob learned that the father was taken to the hospital, and the guys were planning to spend the night in the truck because neither had a commercial drivers license to drive an 18-wheeler. Rob took them to McDonald's for dinner, and then back to their truck to spend the night. In the morning, he brought them to our house for breakfast and showers, then drove them to the hospital.
I met Rob at church and Rob was trying to find someone with a commercial drivers license who could get the truck off the road and into a truck stop until the father was released from the hospital. Rob's friend Dean, who works in the trucking industry, found a driver who could help. After church, Rob went to hospital to get the 2 guys, picked up the volunteer driver, drove up to the truck and dropped them off. We haven't heard anything more from them, but we did learn that the father is dying and the doctor told him this is his last run.
The interesting part of this story is that the son (Doug) suddenly asked Rob, "Are you by chance a Christian?" When Rob replied affirmatively, Doug unloaded his life history. He said that every time he was in trouble and needed help, there was always a Christian who offered assistance. He said he thought God was chasing him down because every time he got into a jam, a Christian was there to help. The friend (Shawn) was very quiet. In the morning at breakfast, I commented about the motorcycle parking spaces at our church and about all the radical Jesus-freak biker dudes who attend our church. Rob said something about our church's rock band, so the whole conversation just floored Shawn. Shawn said he didn't go to church because everyone was too stuffy. Rob tried to convince him to come with us while Doug visited his dad in the hospital, but he chose not to.
It was not convenient for us to help these guys. We were very busy. Rob really felt that he was supposed to help, and I'm so proud of him for listening and obeying what God wanted him to do. We may never hear from these guys again, but we can hope and pray that a seed was watered in their hearts. To God be the glory!
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Awesome! God finishes everything He starts, so the work He did through Rob will surely come to fruition! Stories like that make me think of the old Ray Boltz song "Thank You". You never know how much what you do affects people, and what you do could just be the thing they needed to see to come to Christ.
What a fascinating story, and what a privilege to be a link in the chain of events that will bring these young men to know and love our Lord.
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That is awesome! I am grateful that you both listened to the voice of God to help those men. You never know how God may use your actions in their futures!
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