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My pickup truck is a major blessing. Before I got this vehicle I had to carpool to work and hitch rides to church. But God answered my prayers and gave me a vehicle. I’ve never liked having to rely on someone else to get me places on time. Nowadays, having your own ride is almost a necessity.

Understandably, my vehicle has become a critical support to my daily life. With everyone going in different directions at different times, there’s no way I could go back to thumbing it. So when my truck began idling rough and using a lot of gas, I knew God was going to have to intervene.

The “Check Engine” light came on months ago. More than a year ago, actually. I knew what was wrong; I didn’t need a diagnostic to tell me. An Oxygen sensor had gone bad. But I also knew that meant leaving my truck in the shop for a few days while they repair it. The cost of the repairs wasn’t the problem; it was being without my ride.

About two weeks ago I finally decided enough was enough; it was time to fix the truck. I saved up what I thought would be plenty of money to pay for the repairs, and last Thursday I went to the dealer to get them to replace all the Oxygen sensors (I figured if one was bad, they’d all eventually go, so I might as well replace them now.)

A technician happened to be standing nearby and overheard my conversation with the salesman. He was in doubt that my problem was a faulty Oxygen sensor, and he talked me into that diagnostic. Only one problem: I’ll have to leave my truck with them for two days, just to run the diagnostic. Then we can talk repairs.

I needed an answer from God about what to do. I prayed for wisdom, and I turned the whole matter over to the Lord. The next day I felt impressed to go to another dealer. They were able to run the diagnostic immediately! Thank God I was led by the Spirit; that saved me one whole session of being without my truck. But then they showed me the result of the diagnostic.

I did in fact need a new Oxygen sensor, and some other sensor, plus some kind of valve. And they also wanted to do a fuel injection cleaning. These four things, including parts and labor, came out to more than six hundred dollars. Oh yeah, and they would need to keep my vehicle for a couple days to perform the repairs. I told them I’d get back with them.

Leaving the dealership, wondering how all this would turn out, I felt in my spirit that I should go to the auto parts store. At first I didn’t recognize it as a leading; I thought it was just me wanting to hang out at the parts shop. But after a few miles of driving, the leading became more persistent and I realized it was God talking to me. I said out loud, “Oh! That’s You, isn’t it!

I drove straight to the Auto Zone on Ellis Avenue. That’s the store I had in my heart. The salesman pulled up the parts I needed on the computer, and they were all in stock. Combined, the parts were going to cost me about one hundred fifty dollars. I didn’t have time to do the repairs this weekend, so I asked him to print out the parts list for me and I’d be back next Saturday.

On the way to the house, I had a feeling in my spirit to go to another parts store. I stopped by the O’Reilly’s in Byram to see my friend, Jerry, who works there. I told one of the other guys my story, and that I wasn’t all too excited about crawling around in the dirt replacing Oxygen sensors. Then he pointed to the fellow beside me and said, “He’s the one you need to talk to about that. He’ll get you fixed up.” It was Shannon from Richard’s Front End.

Shannon told me to bring the truck over to his shop so he could plug the computer into it and see what was the problem. His computer said there was only one bad sensor, and it wasn’t an Oxygen sensor. He showed me where it was located under the hood, and then said he wouldn’t replace it for me because his ten-year-old daughter could do it. It was a matter of removing two screws and unplugging the electrical connection and air hoses to change it out. He also showed me a valve on the intake manifold I should clean out with carburetor cleaner.

So I went back to O’Reilly’s to get the sensor I needed and a bottle of carburetor cleaner and a bottle of fuel injector cleaner (which I later discovered wasn’t even necessary.) All total, I spent about sixty six dollars on parts and supplies, and about twenty minutes making the repairs: ten minutes actually working, and another ten laughing back and forth with my dad about the whole situation!

I could testify about how much money God saved me (around six hundred dollars), and I could testify about how much time God saved me (nearly a work week without my truck), but the real testimony is how Holy Spirit led me. I would never have thought this is how it would turn out; I was going to replace three sensors which didn’t need replacing, and I’d still have a malfunctioning vehicle. Thank God, He knows everything, even how to fix a truck!

~Jonathan

September 30th, 2007 · Permalink · Back to Top · Comments (2) · Tagged: Blog, Testimonies

Confessions of a Blog

What’s a confession? I’m not talking about a Catholic sitting down with his priest and telling him all he’s done wrong. Confession is anything we say with our mouth, right? Well, what God has been telling me lately has me rethinking this. And, honestly, for a long time I’ve known in part what He’s saying; I just didn’t admit it, or maybe I overlooked this aspect of it. The question God asked me is, what’s your blog saying for you?

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August 4th, 2007 · Permalink · Back to Top · Comments (7) · Tagged: Articles, Blog, Brazil, Missions, Thailand

I Blew It

Today was a relatively short day. Short in comparison to the last two, that is. And I was completely happy with that. I hopped in my truck, and I headed home to boil up a fresh pot of rice. On the way I spotted a hitchhiker. And the strangest thing is I heard in my spirit that I should pick this man up. I used to be a Safety Officer for a local trucking company, so I’m quite safety-conscious. Picking up a fellow on the highway is not safe. Plus, I’m practically pedantic about traffic law, so my first thought was hitchhiking is illegal and I shouldn’t empower him to continue this practice. But almost immediately that thought was replaced with a burden to stop and get this guy. And as I continued driving (I drive really slow; this is nearly a real-time transcript) my heart started pounding, and I could hear God yelling at me, “Hey! You down there! I’m trying to tell you something!” But I kept driving. And as I drove on by the man, I felt my stomach turn over in knots. I knew I had missed God.

I’m going to keep this short. But I want to encourage you to strive to obey God, no matter how odd or strange it may seem. The idea of picking this man up was the exact opposite thing I’d conjur. And the Devil sure didn’t want to help him. It had to be God. Perhaps the Lord wanted to show this man His love. Or maybe he had something to say to me. And, there might have been no other reason to pick him up besides practicing obedience to the Lord’s voice. There have been times in my walk with God that I suspected such! The most probable reason God asked me to pick him up, though? When I left my house later this afternoon, I noticed it had been raining where I’d seen him.

~Jonathan

July 13th, 2007 · Permalink · Back to Top · Comments (5) · Tagged: Blog, Missions

Recent Shots

Here’s a couple pictures my dad captured which I especially like.

Mom and Josh walking along a pier.

Josh setting a ball on a baseball tee.

~Jonathan

July 2nd, 2007 · Permalink · Back to Top · Comments (8) · Tagged: Blog, Photos

What’s in a Care Package?

Basically, my job as a missionary has been to help other missionaries. Every trip I’ve taken has included augmenting the already-existing work in the country I’m traveling to. Jim Cottrill over at missionary-blogs.com sent an E-mail to everyone asking what we’d like to get in a care package, and he requested that we write a post about it. So this is mine.

My missionary career has thusfar been an extension of the ministry of helps. I’ve never pioneered a work. I’ve never pastored a church. I’ve never been an instructor at a Bible school (I have spoken at one a few times). I’ve never lived overseas longer than three months, and I’m pretty sure I never will. I considered at one time the possibility of staying in Brasil for two years, but circumstances prevented that from happening. One colleague said it best when he called me a “pond hopper”, going here and there, wherever I’m needed.

When I was getting ready to go to Thailand last fall, I considered all of this and what I had on my heart to do at Patti’s place. I began to see how God was using me to be a care package intrinsically; myself a gift to other missionaries stationed permanently overseas. Not that I’m special, but that I’m available. Less like the apostle Paul, and more like Epaphroditus.

I took with me to Thailand numerous things for Patti and the kids: ointment for bug bites, vitamins, a Hot Wheels track. I was going to bring peanut butter and grits, but she was well stocked on those items! Yet, the most important thing was having somebody there to talk to. Somebody who spoke English. Somebody with the same accent. Somebody to help with the kids when she wanted to be alone.

I’m sure there are lots of people writing articles like this saying they’d like to have a jar of their favorite perfume or some quality jackets for the winter, but what they won’t tell you is they’d like to see you. There is stuff in America you can’t get overseas, and sending these things to a missionary is a great help for them psychologically as well as physically, but the greatest boost in morale is a little help.

Do your missionary a favor: send them you. :o)

~Jonathan

June 16th, 2007 · Permalink · Back to Top · Comments (11) · Tagged: Blog, Missions