A Burnt Motorcycle and a string of blessings

Joy, contentment, faith, and trust. These words come to mind when we think of the mindset Christians are called to. Many times we struggle to see them in our lives.

Tonight i got tested on these things. I was riding my motorcycle home after filling the gas tank. Going up a hill it lost all power. I reached down to spin the petcock over to reserve. As i reached down i felt more heat than was normal. So i looked and flames where shooting out from under the seat. I quickly pulled over and laid the bike down along the side of the road. Near by was an old carpet. Thinking I would be slick i grabbed the carpet and tossed it over the motorcycle. Within 15 seconds the smoke stopped and i thought it was over. I lifted the carpet and the flames exploded out again. At this point it was clear I was no longer going to have a motorcycle.

I was at a crossroad. How am i going to respond? Will I let my frustration get the best of me or will i trust that even in this God had a plan?

I decided to try to look for the best. Almost right then one of my co-workers appear. His name is Harry. He had a fire extinguisher he grabbed from his home and tried to spray down the bike. Turns out I just happened to stop right across the street from his house. As we talked he said “They are going to want to tow the bike. If you want to save the money we can drag it into my drive with my tractor and once it cools down you can come back for it.”

I had another coworker offer to come pick it up and take it back to the shop and my boss is taking going scrap run tomorrow so that will get included in the trip.

So far we have one hard situation but 3 quick blessings from God. But they do not stop there. Stef and I had a busy night planned. When i called her to come get me she was cooking dinner. By the time we left Harry’s we realized there was no time to eat. We had to meet people at the church by 5:45. We where running just about on time when the first meeting called to push back their time (another blessing from God). As we walk into the building there was a meeting that dinner was served at. They had finished eating and offered Stef and I their leftovers (another blessing from God). As we where eating we met with someone and had a really good conversation. Then right as that wrapped up the next set of people walked in. They where way quicker then i expected. By 8:pm we had 3 different meetings, eat dinner, and came home.


I could have gone thought the night upset about what happened but instead am amazed by how many details God worked out.


Prayer, Donuts, and a challenge from a Hindu family

My relationship with the Indian family that runs the Morgantown Dunkin Donuts started out a little rocky. I got myself hooked on their French Vanilla Iced Coffees and really liked their tater tots so I started going in for them quite regularly.  I found it strange how my total was always different and they would overcharge me EVERY SINGLE TIME!  Eventually I realized that they had no clue how to ring up their tater tots so each would pick a different random button. My solution to the problem was to just buy Iced Coffee.

I probably find myself in DD about once a week but my order is always the same. I get a large FV Iced Coffee with cream and sugar.  I realized that I am in there too often when they could make my drink before I even ordered.

A few weeks ago my wife was in DD catching up with an old friend. As ordered me an iced coffee. The lady behind the counter looked at her smiled and said “Dis’ for your husband? Yes?”

When this family moved into Morgantown they had a lot going against them. They are in a brand new culture, struggle with language barriers, and didn’t really know anyone. They could have stayed to themselves and set up a shop worked, and make money but that’s not what they did.

The family that runs Dunkin Donuts got to know the community. They learn each customer’s orders, employers, families, and friends. They ask questions and really seem to care.  They come to community events and always great everyone with a smile.

I have had the opportunity to talk with them about faith a few times and they are not ashamed to tell about their Hindu beliefs but are also caring enough that they let Morgantown Community Church have a prayer meeting in their store every 2nd Tuesday of the month.

Can you imagine if Christians would step up and be more like this? What if we got to know our neighbors, where they work, and what they like to do? What if we stepped up and came out to community events and greeted everyone with a smile? What is we were not afraid to talk about Jesus whenever we had the chance? What if we kept trying to communicate with a culture that has a language barrier? I think this in many ways our Hindu friends at Dunkin Donuts are living more of a Christian lifestyle then many of us….