Satan is afraid of us. How do we know? Well, partly because Christ lives in all of us, and partly because he has broken three cars we have used for transportation. That’s right, three cars. The first vehicular victim was the Alpha van.
One day, long, long ago, the team was traveling home after a fun day of ministry when the Alpha van put-putted to a stop. “What happened?” we asked our driver. “The fuel,” he responds, looking at the fuel gauge, “it is not there.” After several futile attempts at restarting the van, our driver decides to walk to the nearest gas station for some fuel. Two of the guys on our team go with our driver and return forty five minutes later with a small gas can. Luckily, the van starts. Unluckily, the van stops again. “What happened?” we ask our driver again. “The fuel, it is there but the van, it is not working. I will call the mechanic.” Long story short, the van broke down and we didn’t see it for eleven days.
The second vehicular victim I like to call the Blue Monster. It’s a Toyota RAV4. The backseat is made for two people. We managed to get five in the backseat, plus a person in the small “trunk” area behind the backseat, and one person in the front seat. The Blue Monster did us well for about a week, plus or minus a few days. And then the Blue Monster started growling and grinding; it is never a good sign when your car growls at you. So we brought the Blue Monster to the mechanic and now it is sitting idle in the drive with what I can only assume is an axle laying across the seat.
Our third (and hopefully final) vehicular victim is the mechanic’s car…
One day, not so long ago, after another fun day of ministry, the team was traveling home, all of us stuffed into a car made for five, when it started to put-put. We got stuck at the head of a driveway we were exiting. Kayla and I jump out of the front seat to try and push the car onto the main road and nothing happens. Luckily, two men walked out of nowhere to help us push the car. Unluckily, the fuel was not there. Double unluckily, it wasn’t just the fuel. So our driver called the mechanic again. Except it was the mechanic’s car we were using… Long story short, we learned how to walk very long distances, and now we are footing (which actually means walking) everywhere we go.
