“And Jesus answered saying to them, “Have faith in God”.
Truly I say to you, whoever says to this mountain, ‘Be taken up and cast
into the sea’ and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that what he says is going to happen,
it will be granted him. Therefore, I say
to you, all things for which you pray and ask, believe that you have received
them, and they will be granted you” (Mark 11:22-24).
Hey
Gang: Those of you who have gone through
the joys and frustration of my D 14 Allis Chalmers Tractor that I recently
said, it is finished and gave up the ghost. Correction, I do not believe AC D -14’s have
a ghost, but rather reach that point where they can no longer muster enough
power to pull themselves out of the parking area. Kind
of like I feel on some mornings.
It was a sad
day for me, for we had spent many hours together and there is no question I had
placed a whole barrel full of confidence in that old bucket of bolts. When the doctor informed me it would take far
more money to bring it back to working order and, even then, he could not
guarantee that is would be able to muster enough get and go to respond to the
call of duty when asked to do so.
It was
indeed a sad day when I saw the junk man loaded old Betsy on his truck in
preparation of hauling her to her last resting place, but he assured me that
they would do a close examination and all of her organs that were still
functional would be made available, so that other Betsy’s might live a little
longer. That her death was not in
vain.
Now, if that
ain’t corn ball, nothing is. But let me
share a little about what has been happening in the lapse of time since Old
Betsy died. When you are 85, thinking of
purchasing anything can send questions like is it a good investment for the
time I have left of earth. Another tractor might seem a wee bit on the weird
and even wasteful side, so I have spent considerable time arguing with myself
on the pros and cons and frankly speaking the cons were winning by quite a
margin.
But the
other morning when I was once again in an arguing mood, when the thought came
into my head that there was a much higher and more knowledgeable one who knew
everything there was to know about tractors and other mundane things. A source that is much to polite to butt-in
on my trying to figure out what is the right direction.
Having
exhausted my limited knowledge, I ate my pride and cried out, Lord, Help! “,
What would you have me do. Now as my
good friend Paul, the computer guru would say, my knowledge of computers and
how to get around in them is like a thimble full with room left over. I am so archaic in electronic devises I do
not even own a cell phone.
Well, to cut
what could turn into a dissertation, let me cut to the chase. I turned on the computer and typed “tractors”
in and hit the enter key and low and behold a Allis Chalmers D- 17 tractor came up. A tractor very similar than the D--14 who a gave
up the ghost. Good enough,
right! Not for this block head. I began to seek other sources and was unable
to get back to the one that I believe God as saying, “Go for it!” But in came my bride with her galloping key
board -like the heroes of yesteryear and she did indeed relocate the first
tractor.
As I look
from my window there is a D-17 tractor in my driveway. The lesson! Why not put your hands in the hands of the one
who not only stills the waters but also created the waters! Don’t wait until you exhaust all other
resources before saying “Help Lord!”
Blessings,
Gramps
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