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During a home leave some years ago we were in Texas. Scheduled to have a missionary meeting at a church where a good Montana friend now went. As per directions, we drove into the huge yard of the church to get hooked up for electricity. Kenny went inside to get pertinent information. As I waited in our motorhome, a gentleman came to talk with me.
“Are you planning to stay here tonight?” he asked. When I assured him that we were, he said, “Then I will bring you a gun.” I nearly had a heart attack. “A gun? Why?” I blurted out. With a swoop of his arm over the church yard he explained, “Look, if somebody should come to cause trouble, nobody would hear you call.” (Cell phones? Not back then!)
Tom said that we should talk it over and decide what we wanted to do by the time he got back from driving somebody home. He added, “You can park your motorhome in our driveway.”
Well, when Kenny came back, it didn’t take us long to decide that we didn’t want to stay where we were. So we happily accepted Tom's invitation and followed him to their home and parked in their driveway for the couple of days we were in the area. Tom and Gail have been dear friends of ours ever since. Gail is very computer-literate and regularly encourages us with articles, tips, challenges and prayer requests on e-mail.
Incidentally, as if to undertline our decision, as Kenny and I sat there talking, someone knocked on our door. Both of us heard it clearly. But when we checked, nobody was theere. You figure.
During a home leave some years ago we were in Texas. Scheduled to have a missionary meeting at a church where a good Montana friend now went. As per directions, we drove into the huge yard of the church to get hooked up for electricity. Kenny went inside to get pertinent information. As I waited in our motorhome, a gentleman came to talk with me.
“Are you planning to stay here tonight?” he asked. When I assured him that we were, he said, “Then I will bring you a gun.” I nearly had a heart attack. “A gun? Why?” I blurted out. With a swoop of his arm over the church yard he explained, “Look, if somebody should come to cause trouble, nobody would hear you call.” (Cell phones? Not back then!)
Tom said that we should talk it over and decide what we wanted to do by the time he got back from driving somebody home. He added, “You can park your motorhome in our driveway.”
Well, when Kenny came back, it didn’t take us long to decide that we didn’t want to stay where we were. So we happily accepted Tom's invitation and followed him to their home and parked in their driveway for the couple of days we were in the area. Tom and Gail have been dear friends of ours ever since. Gail is very computer-literate and regularly encourages us with articles, tips, challenges and prayer requests on e-mail.
Incidentally, as if to undertline our decision, as Kenny and I sat there talking, someone knocked on our door. Both of us heard it clearly. But when we checked, nobody was theere. You figure.
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