I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
I was a bit cryptic yesterday morning.
I needed to process a few feelings and share with a few people.
Wednesday turned into quite an adventure.
I’d been clipping some pasture and after finishing I was driving the tractor back to the barn.
Suddenly there was an explosive collision. I’d been hit from behind.
The tractor spun 180 degrees and rolled 360 degrees.
I can’t imagine any amusement park ride that would have generated a greater surge of adrenaline!
As I sat dazed and sweating profusely I couldn’t figure out what had happened.
A friend had been couple of cars back and witnessed the event. He was by my side immediately. Prentis Romine stayed there, made calls, gave me water, and comforted me with his presence and good counsel.
The Anderson Volunteer Fire Department staff, led by the always present Pam Word, administered first aid and calmed me considerably.
My long time good friend Michael Cosby was there within minutes. He managed to hobble that badly damaged tractor home for me after all was said and done. He also had the hard task of calling the Cutie and telling her I was on the way to the hospital. Bless him.
I will run out of life before I could list all who helped so much. The EMT’s, an exceptional emergency room staff at NAMC, Dr Flowers (what a competent and kind hoot!), dozens of unknown folks who flagged traffic and inquired about my well being…
Throughout I was cared for in ways that were kind and grace full and healing.
It seems like a good time to renew my vision of those goodnesses in a time when the strife and acrimony threatens to drown out such.
It is there my friends, that goodness, in quantities and qualities that will never be extinguished.
It also seems like the right time to bear witness to a revelation.
Someone has work for me to do still.
So today I will share at a funeral.
Tomorrow I will “do” a wedding.
The next day I will lead a couple of worship services.
And every day following I will do the work I’ve been spared to do until I can do it no more.
We are in the process of reinventing how to do Church in an exciting and inspiring time and evidently Someone wants me to be a part of that.
As our Friend and I were walking a stiff and somewhat hobbled walk this morning we had a good talk about grace and miracles and goodness and work to be done. He smiled at me the way he does and said…
“Bet you’re sore.”