Good Things to Come


Every one of us has times when
we need to know things will get better. My declaration is that is
precisely what the gospel of Jesus Christ offers us,
especially in times of need. 30 years ago last month, a
little family set out across the United States, every earthly
possessions they owned packed into the smallest
trailer available. No money. An old car. They drove exactly 34 miles up
the highway, at which point their beleaguered car erupted. The young father surveyed the
steam, matched it with his own, then left his trusting
wife and two innocent children– the youngest just
three months old– to wait in the car while he
walked the three miles or so to the southern metropolis of
Kanarraville, population then, I suppose, 65. Some water was secured at the
edge of town, and a very kind citizen offered to drive back
to the stranded family. The car was attended to, and
slowly, very slowly, driven back to Saint George
for inspection. After more than two hours of
checking and rechecking, no immediate problem could be
detected, so once again the journey was begun. In exactly the same amount of
elapsed time at exactly the same location on that highway,
with exactly the same pyrotechnics from under that
hood, the car exploded again. Now feeling more foolish than
angry, the chagrined young father once more left his
trusting loved ones and started the long walk
for help once again. This time, the man providing the
water said, either you or that fellow who looks just like
you ought to get a new radiator for that car. He didn’t know whether to laugh
or to cry at the plight of this young family. How far have you
come, he said. 34 miles, I answered. How much farther do
you have to go? 2,600 miles, I said. Well, you might make that trip,
and your wife and those two little kiddies might make
that trip, but none of you are going to make that
trip in that car. He proved to be prophetic
on all counts. Just two weeks ago, I drove
by that exact spot. For just an instant, I thought
perhaps I saw on that side road an old car with a
devoted young wife and two little children. Just ahead of them, I imagined
that I saw a young fellow walking toward Kanarraville, the
weight of a young father’s fear evident in his pace. In that imaginary instant, I
couldn’t help calling out to him, don’t you quit! You keep walking. You keep trying. There is help and
happiness ahead. Some blessings come soon. Some come late, and some
don’t come till Heaven. But for those who embrace
the gospel of Jesus Christ, the come. It will be all right
in the end. Trust God, and believe in
good things to come.

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