November 3, 2024
Philippians 4:13
I can do all things through him who strengthens me.
Good morning church family,
Having shaved and showered for the day, Danny quietly turned off the light before opening the bathroom door; being careful not to wake his wife who was sleeping peacefully in the bedroom beyond. Stepping back into the dark room, the blue glow coming from the digital clock on the dresser was the room’s only light. “4:48,” read the clockface. His eyes working hard to adjust to the darkness, Danny felt for the knobs of the dresser drawers and slid them open; pulling out a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and socks. With the skilled quiet of a cat burglar, he got dressed. The brief clattering of his swinging belt buckle was the only sound he made. Danny paused for a moment and looked at the outline of his wife’s body as she lay under the covers in their queen-sized bed. He sighed as he spied the hollow place in the sheets beside her. The tired husband felt atop the comforter for the curve of his wife’s hip; gently waking her as he kissed her on the cheek. “Goodbye sweetheart,” he whispered lovingly, “see you tonight.”
Padding down the stairs in his stocking feet, Danny walked through the living room, turning on the lights in the kitchen and starting the coffee maker. The sudden flood of light energized him as he fished things from the refrigerator and pantry for his lunch. He quickly packed his little Coleman cooler and sat down at the island. Danny couldn’t remember how it had started, but for years now he had always packed the dessert into his kids’ lunches. He bought little bakery boxes with flip-top lids and every morning he would put a cookie, candy bar, or some special confection in the box and write a note and draw a picture on the underside of the lid. Even though Avery was seventeen, Stephen fourteen, and Kirsten eleven, they still loved it just as much as when they were big enough to bounce on his knee.
The last of the dessert boxes stuffed in the kids’ lunch bags, Danny grabbed his keys to start his truck. He listened as the V8 engine rattled to life in the driveway just outside the kitchen door. The glasses in the cupboard chattered just a bit and the handle of the refrigerator vibrated as the engine worked to get in rhythm. Danny grabbed the breakfast sandwich he’d made the night before and put it in the microwave. He poured the coffee out into his thermos and turned off the pot. Taking his coat off the peg on the inside of the pantry door, Danny put his Coleman under his arm, his sandwich in his mouth, and with coffee in one hand, he opened and closed the door with the other.
It was a clear and cold autumn morning. Hopping in his truck, the temperature on the dash read 36° and the time read 5:21. It was election day in Michigan and all across America. Danny wished the polls were already open so he could shoot over to the Knights of Columbus and vote, but the doors wouldn’t be open for another hour-and-a-half. He put the half-ton Ford in gear and let the revving engine roll him out onto the street. He needed to be at the town sheds in Saginaw before 6am where he’d meet with the crew and start his day. “If I hustle with that grading job, I should be done mid-morning,” Danny said to himself as he reached to turn on the radio. “I bet I can buy a little time and swing back over to vote before lunch.”
Danny had worked for the Saginaw County Road Commission for over twenty years and had a good crew of guys working for him as he worked to keep the local roads and roadways safe and up to snuff. As part of that work, a couple-hundred miles of dirt road throughout the county needed grading once in the spring and once again in the fall. Danny hoped to tackle a rough patch of road in Chesaning on this particular morning and maybe do some repair to some portions of the shoulder that had washed out over the summer. The office had gotten a number of complaints from homeowners and motorists who said the washboards on the road were something awful. “It’s like driving over a hundred speed bumps!” was one of the screeds left on the office voicemail.
After setting up his crew for the day’s work, Danny drove out to where he’d left the grader on the side of the road the night before. It was a beautiful autumn day and the early sun promised to warm things up quickly. Danny climbed up into the grader and quickly got to work. He’d graded, sanded, plowed, brushcut, and repaired this stretch of road hundreds of times over the years. He’d scooped up a good amount of road kill off of it too. With an able confidence, he got right to work.
Danny wasn’t twenty minutes into the effort when, up on a nearby hillside, he noticed an old man struggling with a wheelbarrow as he walked toward a little house on the ridge. Danny kept one eye on his work and the other on the man. He didn’t like what he was seeing. The man appeared unsteady on his feet and looked to Danny to be laboring. Danny struggled with whether or not to make it his business to walk up and check on him. He needed to get this stretch of road finished before getting on to the next thing and, of course, he was hoping to shoot back home and vote.
But Danny pulled the grader over just shy of the old man’s driveway and turned off the motor. He scrambled down out of the rig and began walking briskly up the gravel drive. Walking along, he spied four or five cords of split firewood sitting in a pile not far from the house. Getting nearer the single-story ranch, Danny saw the man feebly attempting to stack wood out of the wheelbarrow and into a lean-to that sat beside the house.
“Morning,” Danny said, startling the old man a bit. “I was just down there grading the road and I saw you up here working. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t need anything.”
“Oh, thank you,” the old man said, turning to face Danny but unable to straighten up. Danny thought he must be nearing ninety. “I think I’m alright. Just picking away at that pile over there.” The old man put his hands on his hips and tried to smile. “I’ll get it all in before snow flies, I reckon.”
“That’s a lot of wood,” Danny said, returning the smile. “You don’t have anyone to help you?”
“Naw,” the man said while staring blankly at the pile; a hoarse rasp in his voice. “I manage alright.”
“I’m sure you do,” Danny said, joining the old man in looking over at the tall pile. “You living alone here?”
“No; my wife’s in there,” the old man said; swatting his hand back toward the house.
Danny looked at the desperate state of things around the house and at the proud old man dressed for work he really could no longer do. He looked up at the smoke curling out of the chimney stack and felt the conviction of the Lord. He knew He needed to offer some help.
“What do you say you let me and my son come over this Saturday and stack all this wood for you?” Danny asked humbly.
The man hesitated and looked Danny square in the eye; trying to measure him.
“We’ll let you direct us – we’ll stack it any which way you like.”
“Well,” the old man replied; cocking his head ever so slightly, “I suppose I might let you do that.”
“Wonderful!” Danny said with a big, honest smile. “We’ll be here right around 9am. Is that alright?”
“Sure enough,” came the humble reply. “You can come whenever you like. I’ll be here. I really do thank you, sir.”
“It looks like you’ve got more than enough wood there for this week,” Danny said with another smile, “and there’s no snow in the forecast, thankfully. I’d be pleased if you put that wheelbarrow away and leave the rest of the fun for me and my boy.”
“Alright,” the old man replied, “I won’t argue with you.” The two men shared a laugh and shook hands before Danny went back down the driveway to finish grading the road.
The work went quickly and Danny was back in his pickup truck before eleven. He didn’t need to be at his next job until one in the afternoon. He decided to hightail it back home to Saginaw and see about voting.
On the radio, the hosts were talking poll numbers, electoral college maps, and demographics. Danny opened his cooler and began fishing out items for his lunch. He listened to the chatter and looked out at all the signs, banners, flags, and billboards barking out their support. “Good Lord,” he said as he began peeling back a banana, “grant us favor today.”
As he drove on, eating his lunch and listening to all the breathless talk on the radio, Danny began growing anxious. It seemed as though someone was trying to tell him something. He reached over and killed the radio.
“What do you say, Lord?” Danny asked nonchalantly. “Who are You voting for today?”
The only reply coming was the sound of the rolling and running of the car as it rumbled down the road.
Danny smiled and reached for a piece of his wife’s zucchini bread. “I guess that’s right.”
“Well,” Danny said, keeping one eye on the road and the other on the Saran wrap encasing the zucchini bread, “I sure wish I could go in there and vote for You.”
“What do you mean?” the Lord replied loud and clear. “You’ve been voting for Me all day.”
It’ll be good to come into the house of the Lord tomorrow and share the communion meal with Him and each other. I can’t think of better medicine for all that ails us! And there’s so much more than that in store. God is so good! May the Lord, mighty God, bless and continue to keep us!
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