His Piece of Iron

It was a last minute decision. ” Yeah, I think I’ll go,” Dad spoke up. The rest of the family decided to stay behind that Friday night. And apparently, we missed out big time! 

Once a month CRMF usually goes to a surrounding ‘place’ village to show the Jesus film. It get’s dark around 6pm, so we always try to arrive at the place around that time to set up the projector and big white sheet.P1000720

This trip a local church asked us to come to one of their more remote places to show the film. It meant four-wheel driving all the way and promised some grand views of our town since it sat up on a mountain.Exif_JPEG_420

It was a Friday night and we had already started to relax and melt into the couch after a long week. However, Dad felt he should go on this Jesus Film trip, and so he did, leaving us to our usual Friday night shenanigans.

The local pastor picked up the CRMF staff and Dad, then began their journey on the “worst four-wheel drive I’ve been on yet,”- according to Dad. At the bottom of the mountain, they picked up a couple mangi (young boys) that wanted a lift back up to their home. Soon it began to get dark. All of sudden, the sound you always dread on road trips came …” BOOM!!” The tire went flat.

The passengers in the car piled out and proceeded to look for higher ground to drive the car onto so they could fit the jack underneath. After driving up onto some rocks, they found it still wasn’t tall enough, so they piled wood on top of the rocks and proceeded to drive up on top of that. It worked. After getting out the jack and setting it up, they couldn’t find the iron to wind up the jack! Underneath the seat? No! In the back? No!

The local boys who had been picked up at the bottom started rummaging through their pockets. The youngest, about 7 or 8 yrs old, held up a perfect sized piece of iron with a curved piece wielded at the end of it. It was the perfect fit! Amazing!

The story ends well; they showed the Jesus film an hour later and many people saw it. But the funny thing was, no one in that place knew who that little boy was. To this day, we do not know the identity of the little angel who made this outreach possible.



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