Category Archives: Town and Around

Is it Really Dirty?

    We had come back from a trip in the motor home where some of the way was down a dusty, rough gravel road. You might wonder why we put up with the jiggles and rattles of that road, but the end result was well worth it….a beautiful, mostly deserted sandy beach, where the fishing was remarkably good!

   We stayed there for several days before rattling our way back to the tarsealed main highway. As usual after several days away, and having unpacked all the perishables, the next job was to wash the bus down. As hubby went around with the long handled broom, I asked if the front had been washed to which he replied yes. So I then asked if the back had needed doing, as it look alright from a distance.

“You’d be surprised how dirty it was,”  he said. “When I put the hose on it, the dust just poured off it!”

“Oh,” I said, “It didn’t look too bad to me!”

“Well, it was, “ he replied, “It certainly needed doing!”

       This just reminded me of how we view ourselves, We look at others and think that we are doing quite a good job of things, that we aren’t as bad as So and So down the street or our neighbours next door. But if we put ourselves under the spotlight of God’s Word, it is surprising how much dirt we find is lurking in the hidden corners or above the window ledges of our minds. It is no use measuring ourselves against others, thinking that you are better than they are. The only measuring stick that is valid for us to see ourselves as we really are, is the measuring stick of Jesus Christ. He is the only perfect human being to ever walk this planet….the rest of us have all been born with the taint of sin on us. This is what has to be dealt with and cleansed out of our lives.

Even if we didn’t do anything really very “wrong”, there is still the fact that we were born with that stigma on us! That is what has to be got rid of, and there is only one way to do that, through humbling ourselves to call out to God, “Be merciful to me, a sinner!”

Girls versus Boys.

 

         It was Girls’ Camp at Cooper’s Beach Youth Camp  time again, and as usual, I was one of the leaders along with Carole. For most of the Girls’ Camps we had no problem with boys pestering the girls at all, but the occasional one  with a group of stroppy older girls could cause a problem or two if they tried to get down to the beach on their own.

This particular camp was like this. Where the problem lay was in the fact that there was a group of boys from the Motor Camp opposite who either knew some of them or else just thought they would be fair game for a bit of fun. The girls played up to them and we began to wonder just what we were going to do.

The boys would stand on the bridge and jeer and make cat calls to them and then the girls would go all silly  and squeal and laugh in reply. Anyone would think that none of them had ever seen a boy before!!!

At our morning prayer time, one of the younger leaders prayed that the problem would cease. With my usual lack of faith, I couldn’t see how it would.  But we prayed, and then rang our husbands and asked them to make it a matter of prayer at the Assembly prayer meeting that night.

The day passed reasonably quietly and then the girls began to pester for a walk along the beach after tea. I felt we were asking for trouble but Carole agreed as long as they stayed in a group together. The boys saw us head down the track under the bridge, and made their plans accordingly. When we came back, there they were all lined up on the bridge, waving sticks and making rude remarks  as we passed underneath. (This was probably at the very time the Prayer meeting was going on).

But those girls just carried on quite oblivious to their presence above them, chattering and laughing among themselves and totally ignoring those cheeky boys.  It was amazing! The boys’ fun went completely flat!

We couldn’t help agreeing that those boys were completely invisible to the girls…. the Lord had shut their eyes and they didn’t even see them! In fact, we asked one of them later about the incident and they said, ”What boys?”

    Another incident that happened at a Girls’ Camp  was that some  boys were snooping around outside  the dormitories as the girls were going to bed. The leaders would  check the grounds but never actually caught them. One night, the lights had gone out and the girls were settled down for the night, when there was  the crash of breaking glass. Someone had thrown a rock through one of the windows!

Normally it didn’t take much to make the girls all react to a noise  after dark like a mob of frightened cattle, but this time no-one woke up but Carole’s daughter.  Carole was able to shush her up while we were cleaning the bits of glass up.

We felt that this too was a miracle. What stories would have gone home to the parents if the girls had woken up!! We felt that we should report the matter to the Police so it didn’t seem that we were being negligent of the girls’ welfare, so we did this. They came and took statements from us, but as far as the girls were concerned, they weren’t  aware of a thing.

 

Going too Fast!

    It was a lovely sunny morning after a few showers during the night. I was heading off to a ladies’ meeting at our church that weekday  morning and  set off gaily down the hill in our faithful little red Toyota. I enjoyed driving and the feeling of having everything under control.

I had been in the habit of taking the hill fairly fast, and this time was no exception. At the bottom corner, I noticed a vehicle coming towards me and realised I was cutting the corner more than I should have been.  I swerved back onto my side of the road properly and as I did, the car got out of control. It swung violently this way and that before doing a complete turn around  and shot across a wide ditch coming to rest against two large trees. All I was conscious of was a gentle thud as the car landed.

I was a bit dazed for a moment, trying to take in what had happened. The car was facing the wrong way!  I didn’t feel hurt anywhere, and there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with the part of the car that I could see. There were no broken windows and the air bags hadn’t gone off.  I gingerly tried the door which opened normally and I got out. I  looked around at the car and there were no marks on it anywhere until I looked at the wheels. Then I could see that  two tyres had been torn off by the impact.  It was incredible!

As I looked around, and saw the deep ditch I had  gone over, I could only be convinced that the angels must have picked the car up and set it down carefully for there to have been so little damage done! The vehicle that had passed me, backed up to see the result. I asked him if he could take me back up the road to our house where I had to confess my sins to my husband.. He took it very well (after all what else was there to do?) and I phoned one of the ladies  to tell her that there would be no meeting for me that day!

We got into our other vehicle and went  down the road where hubby surveyed the position. His idea was that he could drive it out, but I was afraid the car would slide into the ditch (which was quite deep) and do far more damage. He tried, but the  front wheel had completely lost its tyre and had no traction. So he went back home and phoned a friend to see if he was around and  able to come with his 4WD to help.

After trying to tow it out, they came to the conclusion that it wasn’t going to work without some real damage being done to the car. So they went back to the house and got the endless chain (what a wonderful bit of gear that is!). They fastened one end to the fence post and the other to the car. Now  they were slowly able to pull the car out by hand.

Once it was safely out, hubby took the two stripped wheels to the nearest tyre place where they refitted new tyres on them. Our friend  stayed with the car on the side of the road until it was mobile again.

About ninety minutes after me leaving home the first time, the  small  red car came back into the garage little the worse for its adventures! There was just a tiny dent on the front mudguard to show it had had a hard time!

But later when I thought about what could have happened, I had cold shivers up my back.  I realised how fortunate we all were! And how gracious the Lord was to me in circumstances that were caused by my own fault! One thing I learned though, was to take that corner much more slowly after that!