It was the second day of our vacation. The vacation came to a screeching (snapping?) halt when I fell and broke my ankle while trying to keep our ninety-pound dog from pulling me down a hill. On day three, I was lying in a hospital bed with my surgically repaired ankle resting on a pillow.
My husband was sitting in a chair at the foot of my bed and began having chest pains. I called for the nurse, and they took him to be evaluated, and then treated him for a blocked artery in his heart. The physician’s assistant came to tell me they would release me the next day. I couldn’t think clearly due to the pain medications. It all seemed so difficult.
We had a camper in a campground, a dog in a kennel, and neither of us was in any condition to be hitching up the trailer or driving. Our families were very far away from the hospital and from our home. I called our pastor to ask for guidance. When he offered to come with his wife to help, I hesitated, because neither had experience with campers nor towing.
Then he went to the congregation and asked who would be willing to drive 300 miles to bring us, our camper, and our dog back home. MANY hands went up! My husband, learning that I had called the pastor, insisted that he could get us home, even though he was not allowed to drive.
The pastor called him while he was in intensive care, and told him, “Too late, the cavalry is on its way!” My husband broke down in tears. The nurse comforted him, thinking he was afraid he would die. “Oh, no!” he exclaimed.
“That’s not it. For I know I will be with the Lord if that happens. I am overwhelmed by the love of my brothers and sisters in Christ!”
The next day two men from church came in a motor coach to get us; two men I didn’t even know. They hooked up our truck to the trailer, and one drove it home. The other loaded us up in his motor coach, along with our dog, and drove us home.
Brothers and sisters in Christ, you may think you don’t need to go to church. And it is true that going to church doesn’t make you a Christian. But it sure puts you in a place where you can receive blessings, and also be a blessing to others.
One of the men who came to get us was unemployed. While he was driving our truck back home, he received a call on his cell phone which was a job offer. The other man has one of the most unlikely small businesses imaginable, and yet has all the customers he can handle. If you want to be blessed, be a blessing.
“You will be enriched in every way for great generosity, which through us will produce thanksgiving to God; for the rendering of this service not only supplies the wants of the saints but also overflows in many thanksgivings to God”. 2 Corinthians 9:11