Rachel and I left Goshen about 9:00 this morning and are now in a motel in Kennesaw, Georgia after driving 673 miles, cloudy with a mild rain South of Nashville.
We are about 30 minutes away from where we intend to go to church tomorrow morning. The Berea Mennonite Church witness was begun by IW men and by their wives and Elvin and Marian Martin and family. To clarify leadership roles in Atlanta was the first request made of me by Raymond Charles, President of the Eastern Mennonite Board of Missions and Charities after I was ordained bishop. So, Rhoda and I made a first trip to Atlanta via US 41. There was no I-75 at that time.
We knew a family by the name of Clark who had moved from Tampa to Albany, Georgia. So on our way North we decided to drive into Albany to check the telephone directory among the Clarks listed. We just inside the city proper when I was stopped by a traffic signal. I looked to the right while waiting, and my eyes met the eyes of the son in the family. He was going fishing with a friend, but he immediately dropped those plans to take us to the family trailer. There we met his mother who immediately got on the phone and called the family together. We rejoiced in the “miracle” and held a brief time of bible study and worship before parting. This incident affirmed our belief that we were in the Lord’s business. Then we drove on to Atlanta to pursue our assignment.
On our way South today I told Rachel I was ready for another miracle. I would like to drive off the Interstate and see Ray Barrow standing by the road. But I have learned that miracles don’t often come on demand. They are most likely to happen when God chooses to surprise. I don’t ask for miracles, but I don’t deny them either.