My destination was my daughter's
House, but I planned to make a stop on my
Way for a visit.
My brother gave me directions for a
Short cut to the town.
As I drove the country byways I
Began to compose a poem in my mind.
I tried to describe the fields, some already
Prepared and planted and others
Still stubbly from last year.
I passed a farmer pulling a huge machine which
I couldn't quite identify.
I noticed a quaint grave yard and an
Old red barn with its roof caving in,
A relic of my childhood.
But I also noticed that the highway had
Suddenly turned into a small paved road,
Barely wide enough for two cars to pass.
Where was Route 119?
I finally came to a dead end and had no
Choice but to turn right or left.
As I contemplated my next move a car
Slowly turned the corner heading my
Way.
As I lowered my window he pulled up
Beside me and lowered his.
"Can you tell me how to get to Upper Sandusky?"
"You need to turn around and take a left
On 67."
The man looked a bit rough with a scraggly
Chin, but he was pleasant and certainly
Kind.
"God sent you to help me," I told him and
I handed him one of my tracts.
"Thanks, I'll put it up with my
Christmas cards."
"I have something else for you," and I
Tied a beaded bracelet on his wrist.
At that remote intersection I explained the
Gospel message to the man and showed him
The prayer on the back of the brochure.
"I'll pray it at least once in my life," he told me.
Hopefully he will.
At that moment another car approached and
Jim and I moved on.
But as I drove off I laughed out loud rejoicing at
Our unlikey encounter.
I was a bit late for my visit but I didn't mind, for
I had arrived at the country crossroad at
Exactly the right time.