Diesel Ministry

He pulled into Birmingham, one cold,November day, Having just come down from "Tulsey town" and Memphis by the way. Time to call in to locate his next load; "There's one I see in Tallahassee; better hit the road". Gotta keep his big rig rollin',and hummin' out a truckers tune; Whether he's hauling goods; or steel,or wood, they want it there by noon. Sure, the economy's slow and those diesel prices continue to soar But he,and his trucker friends,are all mighty men, with that pedal to the floor. His days are long, and his nights are spent alone, 'Cause he has rent to pay--and that's okay-- his lovely wife is waiting at home. He never knows where next he'll go; Perhaps he's the trucker bound for Winnemucca--or Taos New Mexico. When at last, his working week is through, And he's on his own, heading home, his life begins anew. His hometown lights are up ahead;only twenty miles to go! After driving hard, he sees his yard, and the dear family he loves so. The children flock to bestow their tender hugs and kisses; He loves them all-when did they get so tall?- and then he greets the Mrs. This is Wednesday, the night for midweek prayer. His Sisters and Brothers,the Pastor and the others, all rejoice to see him there. Through worship and prayer, he is renewed to face those long,lonely rides. Yep, this hard-working American man,criss-crosses this land, with Jesus by his side. He awaits the Lord's return and listens for that Trumpet Call! On his final run, when his earthly work is done, then he will make his greatest haul. For he's shared his faith at the local Seven-Eleven, And in countless other places,countless other faces,will join his trip to heaven. God gives each of us a specific call; Will we reach the lost at any cost?-or will we forfeit all? My hat is off to those 'good ol'gear-jamming boys' Who speak to everyone they see, about true love and peace, while walking in God's pure joy! Charlie Pelota HSLP