A Trip Taken – 140 Years Ago

“Rose, put that crate in the wagon,” Mother Andrews directed. “Paul, does Father need help with the horses and cows?”

“Yeah, me and Robert are going to be herding them along the road,” seventeen-year old Paul replied.

A couple of hours later, thirteen wagons began the long journey west. The Andrews, along with nine other families, were leaving Columbus, Ohio, to settle in the new state of Nebraska. They had between eight and nine hundred miles ahead of them. “We have about fifty-eight days of travel,” Father calculated. “If we average fifteen miles a day, that is,” he added.

The Andrews family consisted of Father, Mother, seventeen-year old Paul, sixteen-year old Robert, fourteen-year old Cindy, ten-year old Keith, eight-year old Rose, and five-year old Emma. Besides the Andrews, there were two other Baptist families: the Mark Yoders and the Andrew Johnsons. The other wagon-train members dubbed them “The Baptist Braves.”

The first day they managed to get seven miles. They rounded up the cattle and settled down for the night.

“Father,” Cindy spoke as the family ate supper, “is that the sounds of a horse—”

“Hello!” someone called.

Father stood up. “Yes,” he said, “someone is coming.”

“Hello there,” Andrew called.

The horseman rode up to Andrew and dismounted. “Good evening,” he said.

“I’m Andrew Johnson,” Andrew said, extending his hand.

“And I’m Jimmy Sanders,” the horseman replied. “Are ya’ll on your way west?”

“Um-uh,” Andrew answered.

“I’m Martin Andrews,” Father introduced himself.

“Jimmy Sanders,” Jimmy replied.

“This is my wife, Martha,” Father answered.

“And this Amy,” Andrew introduced his wife.

The rest of the people were introduced, and Jimmy was invited to stay with them. Continue reading “A Trip Taken – 140 Years Ago”

“Ya’ll Could’ve had One, if Ya had a Wanted One.”

Once upon a time, there were five rescue crews near a great ocean. These five crews included the twenty-seven member Friendship Crew, the twenty-one member Plight Crew, the thirty-three member Modern Crew, the twenty-five member Busy Crew, and the fourteen member Rescue Crew. They operated as follows:

Friendship Crew believed that they had to make friends with the people on the ocean before they rescued them.

Plight Crew would receive a message for help, but then assure the boaters that God saw their plight and would see them through.

Modern Crew has all the modern technology: nice, big boats; brand-new radios, etc. But they believed that someone should come to their meetings, listen to their music, listen to their captain before they rescued you.

Busy Crew was so busy with building projects, careers, projects to improve bays, sport scores, etc. that they would only rescue you IF you fit into their schedule; IF it was convenient.

Out of all the crews on this beach, only ONE did any rescuing. They were the Rescue Crew. The other crews mocked them for their old-fashioned ways; thought that the boats commissioned by King James were too old; that the music wasn’t good enough to attract people; etc. But one stormy night…

It was late at night, about three o’clock in the morning. A storm was raging. Four of the crews had one man near the radio in case there was a message. Rescue Crew, however, had four men on call. These would alert the rest for anything that might happen.

And something did happen. Twenty miles out to sea, a ship, with 2,700 passengers and crew, was struggling for the land. It could fight the waves no longer. It started going down. Continue reading ““Ya’ll Could’ve had One, if Ya had a Wanted One.””

A Knock on My Door

            Knock! Knock! Knock!

I looked up from my chair where I was reading the paper to my door. Sighing to myself, I got up and went to the door.

“Good evening, sir,” the stranger began. “This is my wife, Tracy, and my name is Keith. We’d like to share a truth with you from the Bible.”

My mental red flag shot up into the sky. Jehovah False Witnesses, I thought. Out loud I asked, “Are you from the Kingdom Hall in town?”

“Yes,” Keith answered.

“Well let me ask you,” I replied. “Who is your final authority?”

“The Bible,” Keith promptly answered.

“Well then,” I said, “take your Bible and turn to Isaiah 9:6.”

“Isaiah 9:6,” Tracy muttered.

“Now,” I said, “the Watchtower Society published the King James up until 1949, so they must agree with it, right?”

“Yeah,” Keith reluctantly agreed.

“Okay,” I said. “So since they agree with it, let’s read Isaiah 9:6:

For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counseller, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.

“Turn to Isaiah 7:14,” I said, not wanting them to comment. Continue reading “A Knock on My Door”

Prayer Positions

“The proper way for a man to pray,”

Said Deacon Solomon Keys,

“And the only proper attitude,

Is down upon his knees.”

“No. I should say the way to pray,”

Said the Reverend Dr. Wise,

“Is standing straight with out-stretched arms,

And rapt and up-turned eyes.”

“Oh, no, no, no,”

Said Elder Slow,

“Such posture’s much to proud,

A man should pray with eyes fast closed,

And head contritely bowed.”

“Well it seems to me,

His hands should be,

Austerely clasped in front,

With both thumbs pointed to the ground,”

Said the Reverend Dr. Blunt.

“Last year, I fell

In Hitken’s well,

Head first,” said Cyrus Brown.

“With both my heals a stickin’ up,

And my head a pointin’ down

“And I made a prayer,

Right then and there,

The plainest prayer I ever said,

A standin’ there, upon my head!”

–Author Unknown

Flight 389

          Cody's Airplane

            Beep! Beep! Beep! Click!

            Jane turned her alarm clock off and sat up. When she remembered what day it was, she was wide awake. It was May 23rd, at 3:00 in the morning, and today was the day she was to leave for Europe. Her parents were going to drive her to Denver, Colorado, where she would fly east to Chicago, change planes, fly to New York City, where the plane would re-fuel, and then fly to Paris, France. She quickly dressed and went downstairs to help with preparations.

After reading the Bible and finishing preparations, the James Yoder family left Cody, Nebraska and began the 364-mile trip to Denver, Colorado. Stopping at Ellsworth to fill up on gas, James continued to Lakeside.

“Good morning, sir,” someone greeted James as the family entered a small diner.

“Good morning,” James replied.

“Where are you from?” the stranger asked.

“Cody, Nebraska,” James answered.

“I’m Robert,” the man said, extending his hand.

“And I’m James,” came the answer.

“Where are you headed?” Robert asked.

“Denver,” James replied.

“Ya’ll Mennonites or Amish?” Robert asked next.

“Not any more,” James answered. “We used to be, but when a little Baptist church started up, we started looking at things and decided to join the Baptist church.”

“So, why are you headed to Denver?”

“Jane is on her way to Europe as a missionary,” James explained.

“I see,” Robert said. “Well, I wish you well on your trip.”

“Thank you,” James replied.

“You said you’re on your way to Denver?” the cashier asked as James paid for the meal a while later.

“Yep,” James replied. Continue reading “Flight 389”