I was running late to church yesterday feeling no pressure because I was not preaching. Snow had fallen in the night. It was a beautiful morning but it was cold. Out on route 60 I saw a car pulled awkwardly into the median. Someone was having trouble. As I got closer I could see it was a young woman who had a flat tire. Cars were speeding past spraying icy slush. Snow was blowing down. I would not want to have to change a tire in that dangerous spot on a cold winter morning.
The whole scene was frightening and uncomfortable. I would not want to be broken down in winter weather at the mercy of other drivers and the weather. But there was one other thing that warmed my heart as I drove by like the Levite priest passing the man on the road to Jericho.
Behind her car was a pick-up truck with it’s hazards flashing. A middle aged man was squatting in the snow with a lug wrench. Even passing on the road I could tell he had things in hand. He knew what he was doing. She was looking on. They were laughing and talking while he was turning a dangerous episode on a cold, cold morning into a warm memory.
I smiled and continued on my way to church.
Bittersweet Farm
January 23, 2023
