The BMW club from our town planned to attend a BMW motorcycle rally … 200 miles away … through winding mountain passes. I had declared a moratorium on the “two up” riding (that means I would have been on the back) and traded it for an Acura TL. Therefore, when I agreed to attend the rally with my husband, I became the chase vehicle. My car didn’t care how many tents and sleeping bags it carried.
Even though the calendar said it was a few days from the first day of summer, my body didn’t agree. With the mist and clouds … and the temperature falling to 39 degrees that first night, I was re-considering my decision. I hadn’t planned to wear all my clothes at the same time.
Friday evening there was a break in the weather. Sitting around our tent neighborhood, my cell phone rang. The voice of our Realtor was on the other end. Our house had been on the market for six months. And now we had an offer. Just a slight problem. We had to counter offer on paper signed by both of us within 24 hours.
Using my iPhone, the offer was transmitted to us and then we used the speaker phone in my car so we could have a three-way conversation regarding the various aspects of the offer. Having decided on our counter offer, we were left with a problem … 200 miles.
What a great Realtor. The next morning he drove to our campsite. Sitting in lawn chairs and using a cooler for a table we signed the multiple pages of legalese. After feeding and watering him, he headed back home.
Later that evening we received another phone call. The counter offer had been accepted.
I thought that was a rather unique place to sign papers for a house. But the next morning my newspaper had an article about a Sherpa guide who lives in our town, but just happened to be at a base camp on Mt. Everest when he needed to sign papers for his house. Somehow he received the paper, signed and photographed it, then emailed it back to the states.
Guess my campsite wasn’t so unique after all.
As I thought about these incidents, my thoughts turned to the various ways we can become a Christian. And it can happen any where … in a campsite or on top of the world. We have a great God. He travels any where.
And that is just referring to the physical spot on the earth. He is also available no matter where you are mentally, physically or emotionally. Just as our Realtor climbed in a car and drove 200 miles to find us, God arrives at your place of need. His offer is very clear in the Bible. No legalese. All you have to do is ask.