The Lone (givin-n-gettin) Ranger

At the bottom of enmity between strangers lies indifference. ~ Kierkegaard

gas can“They have problems,” my wife notes as I pump our Ford’s tank full of fuel. I look the direction of her gaze to find a young lady holding an infant in one arm and a young child with the other hand. An obvious grandparent stands with them, she with the responsibility of guarding the empty gas container.

I tear the receipt from the pump and make my way back to the truck. “Do you need some help?” I start to respond but then realize my wife’s question is directed to the strangers on the sidewalk. “Desperately,” echoes back in the place of her interrogation.

Mind on our date night and far from TC’s conversation with strangers, I inwardly groan when I hear, “Can we buy you some gas?”

The life story begins; the story that is chiseling away at my appointment with Fran Striker’s modern mayhem… “Kemo sabe, you wife make you late.”

Rushing to fill the small container, I hear “load up and we’ll take you back to your car.” Splashing gasoline onto my flip-flopped foot, I hoist the can into the back of the truck and, with a backseat full of strangers, head the opposite direction from the theatre.

When we arrive at the sidelined stranger’s car, my concern is multiplied with the thought, “this woman needs more than a small can of gas… this behemoth she’s in will need the whole can just to fire over.”

Unvented, it takes twenty minutes to pour her gallon of gas into her tank. My mind wanders to good guy – bad guy shoot-em-up scenes that someone’s enjoying, just not me.

The look in my wife’s eyes removes my final lone ranger of hope for dinner and a movie. “You’ll never get home without more gas,” she says. We hand over Tonto’s endowment to the lady in distress.

silverTeary-eyed, she insists on giving us a big hug before riding off into the sunset. Somewhere distantly off I hear the thunderous shout, “Hi-Ho Silver! Away!” We settle for a meager buffet a la Mongolia and head back to the home front.

Yet it was good of you to share in my troubles. Philippians 4:14

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About mtsweat

Seeking the rest that is only promised and found in Christ Jesus, along with my treasured wife of more than twenty-five years, we seek to grow in our relationship with our Heavenly Father, walk with the Holy Spirit as He moves our hearts, loving others always as Jesus loves us, and carry the news of His glory, the wonderful gospel, that gives light and life where there once was only darkness.
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8 Responses to The Lone (givin-n-gettin) Ranger

  1. A woman always knows best . . . but I think you know that. I know the strangers know it and are thankful for you both.

  2. RJ Dawson says:

    Way to go, guys. And we NEED to share the stuff the Lord works through us. How blessed you were to be in position to be used of God to help those in need of grace.

  3. lambskinny says:

    Reblogged this on obsecrations and commented:
    Just wonderfully written!

  4. mtsweat says:

    Thanks Gayle. I wasn’t going to share this story for it airs of beating one’s own drum, but I was really saddened by the lady’s words of just how long she had been standing on the sidewalk trying to get some help. I really have to follow my wife’s lead to be more observant for opportunities to share Jesus’ compassion.I hope others will also. Blessings good friend.

  5. Love it! I love your wife’s mercy heart, and the sacrifice you both made. May it return to you a hundred fold for your investment in the Kingdom and the deposit it makes in your treasure stored in Heaven! May you be blessed beyond measure!

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