I see everyone is posting about the cold and snow affecting their lives. I’ve seen a lot of beautiful photographs and read wonderful stories about it. I reminisce about the snow and wish I could have a little of here in Mississippi for maybe a day or two. Wait, stop right there. I not being truthful. I lived in Indiana and North Dakota for several years and quite frankly I really don’t miss the snow. I will just enjoy the photos if you don’t mind. Your photos do bring up a few memories of living in the north that I chuckle at now. I’d like to share one with you if you don’t mind. As we say in the South, “Set your pretty little self down and take a listen.” Bless your heart!
A light snow had fallen and melted the week before my brother and I went hunting with my best friend, Mo, around Salamonie Reservoir in Indiana. We took his new, but used, 4-wheel drive Chevy Blazer with gigantic mud tires knowing that we could go anywhere we wanted. Driving down a gravel road we noticed a peaceful grouping of deep woods across an open field. Mo decided there was a short cut across a pasture and took off. No sooner had we started when our nostrils filled with that favorite country aroma that make so many ask, “What is that smell?” Whoever farmed this land had just finished spreading the field with fertilizer. Now, not that kind you buy in the store, mind you, rather that kind that comes out of the south end of a north bound cow. Some folks call it the Essence of Manure.
We were about half way across when Mo started to fight with the rear end of the vehicle. For some reason the Essence combined with the mud from the melted snow rains was exceptionally slick. The steering wheel moved quickly from left to right and back as he fought to keep the Blazer straight. The fight was short-lived and we found ourselves stuck. Forthwith, we looked at each other in confounded trepidation–the four-wheel drive was not turned on. This may date me, but at that time turning on the four-wheel drive was accomplished from the outside by turning the hub on each wheel. While stopped we found the small amount of wind given by driving with the widows down had blocked most of the nosegay of bitter pungencies. Because we were so dumb as to not lock the hubs we received the blessings of unsavory suffocation.
Climbing out of the Blazer we noticed an old beat up farm truck swerving up the hill toward us. The farmer was waving and shouting some unintelligible words, so we waved back. He stopped, pulled a rifle from the widow rack and cocked the chamber. He stomped in front of the vehicle and said, “You’re trespassing on my land and I am gonna put a bullet right through your motor.” All three of us assured him that we thought we were on public land and apologized for being there.
He continued to shout and blame when Mo interrupted, “Uh, sir, your truck is rolling backwards down the hill.”The farmer ran waving the gun shouting, “I’ll be right back!”
“In my anguish I cried to the LORD,
and He answered by setting me free.”
Full revelation of why the scriptures tell us to pray without ceasing helped us decide exactly what to do; we locked the hubs and took off! The farmer chased his truck screaming obscenities while our deliverance arrived simultaneously.
“The Lord knows how to rescue
godly men from trials.”
(2 Peter 2:9)
I’m sure the saints above held their hands to their bellies and rolled in laughter as they watched three crazed idiots spin through Essence like the devil was on their tail. The scripture says to,
“Do what is good and run from evil—
that you may live!”
There are times when we see the peace and calm of someone else’s walk with God. We desire that same walk. The allure of the short cut across the pasture of life is so tempting, but given individual gifts our path to peace may be different. Take only the path directed by the Holy Spirit and get out of your own way. If things begin to smell a little, and the Essence begins to suffocate, hit your knees in prayer. We cannot take short cuts with God for it is only through His Son that grace arrives. Our walk is progressive and He will guide you in the path you should take. (Proverbs 3:6)