Life and preaching from the ditch
Have you ever been stuck in a ditch? There was this one time, living in Telegraph Creek, British Columbia, that I was on my way to St. Jude’s, Dease Lake to do a communion service for the folks there, only to be run off the road by a car on 8 Mile hill and sit there until help arrived. I sat there for 2 ½ hours until the tow truck showed up. It cost me $90 to get out of the ditch and I was glad that neither the van nor I were damaged. Then I sheepishly finished the drive into Dease to let the folks know I was safe. Just on the outskirts of the community, I was stopped by the local RCMP constable, who was on his way to look for me. We had a rule that if I were more than 2 hours late, my wife was to call the RCMP. I made my stop at the house I was going to and then I went and got gas and a snack, turn around and drove the nearly three hours home again, passing the spot where I had just been rescued from. I share this saga with you because of the Gospel for Sunday is a similar kind...