How I loved that little car – and it was
small. Our ‘64 Austin ‘puddle-jumper’ was only forty-eight inches wide. My
Beloved and I would pack a basket with sandwiches and hot coffee or cold drinks
in a vacuum flask and head south from Aberdeen, Scotland, a couple of times a
year for a weekend visit to our families in the Glasgow area.
Compared with what’s typical nowadays we
travelled light, because we’d be staying with family,
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(Google Free) Identical to our '64 Austin A35
'puddle-jumper' van.
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taking the basics of a
change of clothes and minimal toiletries. Once our first son was born we’d add
his baby seat along with his necessary supplies – whatever food and clothes
he’d need, and his diaper bag (mostly terry towelling supplemented with
disposables), and several small soft toys.
It took us four hours on the old country
route to complete the 150-mile journey, sometimes zipping along at 70 miles an
hour and at times slowing down through small towns or to a crawl behind farming
equipment. Once completed, the new motorway provided a faster, more direct
route.
This reminiscence was prompted through our
preparing for a recent summer trip—a one night stop-over. Whereas my wife, in
her decisive pragmatic approach, gets her packing done in no time at all, Yours
Truly makes a major task of it, waffling over what to take. People in my life
are still baffled as to why I like to have some semi-formal dress-wear items on
a mini vacation, shirts and ties, shoes and pairs of pants, and also several
underwear changes (a given, of course!), and a bunch of other things.
However, I’ll spare you my lengthy litany
of ‘just in case’ items— just in case we
break down on the road; just in case the power goes off in the hotel; just in
case the weather turns cold . . .
I reflected on media interviews and news
of residents fleeing the massive wild fires in BC and on the tremendous
flooding in Southern USA. Many had no time to debate or dither about what to
take with them, not even treasured or valuable items. They had to move—and
fast! Their priority was to escape to safety and so leave, risking the loss of
all else.
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May and I were involved in several funeral memorial services in past weeks and attended a number of others. One was of a lovely young man who lived his life showing kindness to others. His burning desire was to help people come to know and receive Jesus as Lord and Saviour and to find their hope in Him. But now he’s gone. His work here is ended. So sudden. So brief.
I cannot take my suit and tie with me. Perhaps I’ll be buried in such wear, but I’ll not really be there. I’ve fled to God for refuge and accepted His gifts of forgiveness and salvation. By His mercy and grace He’ll grant safe passage to my spirit on that final trip into His everlasting presence and peace.
Take refuge.
May we prepare now for life’s final trip: “God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble” (Psalm 46:1). “. . . [He] has given us eternal life, and this life is in his Son” (1 John 5:11).
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Peter A. Black is a retired pastor - well, sort of - and lives in Southwestern Ontario. He writes a weekly inspirational newspaper column, P-Pep! and is author of Raise Your Gaze ... Mindful Musings of a Grateful Heart, and Parables from the Pond. ~~+~~
