This could
be a movie. I think we should ask Bruce
Willis or Mel Gibson to play the part of John Vandermark. Tim, who was driving the overloaded semi
should be played by Sam Elliot and Pablo could easily be the Hispanic actor in
Courageous. (You know, the hilarious guy
who pretends to be a member of the Snakes Gang.) The only reason that Hollywood wouldn’t pick
this up is because the power of God, integrity, perseverance, and obedience
flow through the story like a river. It
appears to be an action flick but in reality it is a demonstration of how God
works through the obedience and intense prayers of His people. He will get His work done here on Earth
through willing, Spirit Filled, Christ Followers. Of course there is much comic relief in the
story, especially if you are sitting around the table after dinner and John and
Tim are telling the story. It seems to
get funnier each time it is relived by these two.
In the
middle of September John planned a caravan to run all the way from Pennsylvania
to Belize, over 3,000 miles. It could
take anywhere from seven days to two weeks.
Included in the caravan were three different entities. John and Bridge the Gap, Pablo who
represented another individual, and the Christian Mission Technical Services,
(CMTS). There were six “adventurous and
sturdy” men willing to make the trip.
The vehicles included a box truck with our Bronco attached to the back,
a semi truck carrying a very low bed, and a-Nissan Path Finder.There was a
variety of cargo that ranged from huge 30,000 pound bulldozer with blade, two
dining room sets, a huge industrial sized stove, a massive stainless steel
sink, boxes of clothes, books, Tupperware, bedding, computers and much
more. Oh, let’s not forget the few
innocent (and not so innocent) items from the Lucas household, including a
washer and dryer, five ceiling fans, tools, a few tubs of school supplies and
kitchenware.
BARKING DOGS
The story
begins even before John arrived in the states.
He was helping some friends out by transporting their two Doberman
Pincers from Belize to Atlanta. One is a
docile, well behaved, older female and the other is a bouncy, exuberant, vocal,
happy, male who is less than a year old. Let’s just say that some really nice
medication was used to help him through. (Of course I’m talking about the male
dog, not John). They were to be dropped
off at the airport for the owners to pick up.
Unfortunately, there was a hitch in communications at the airport. The tag said the final destination was to be
Pennsylvania but it was specified that the dogs were to stay in Atlanta. After much friendly deliberation there seemed
to be no satisfying the airport staff except to give them $250.00 more to hold
the dogs in Atlanta. Now, John is a
patient man, but all this friendly deliberation did not seem to include common
sense on the part of the airport staff.
So, as nicely as he could John said “They’re not my dogs, you keep
them.” After which he just walked
away. The airport staff were quite
unprepared for this remark and had to “back up the ship” for a moment. Now remember all of this is happening right
in the middle of the airport with people stopping to take in this scene of two
overwrought dogs in large crates, who are now fully alert and ready to get
out. And an ever increasing crowd of
airport staff and this man from Belize. Finally, as John was walking away his
cell phone rang and it was the owners.
After he talked to them he turned around and went back to the dogs. They were on the way to get the dogs and pay
the extra $250. John, who prefers not to
look like a saint, did have thoughts of flipping the latches of the crates and
letting the Dobermans free in the airport.
But that didn’t happen. (But it
would have in the movie.)
BEGINNING THE TRIP
After
finally getting to Harrisburg, John met up with Tim (who has a complete story
of his own) and began organizing all the people, paperwork and cargo. This was no easy feat. Trucks had to be
loaded and machinery had to put together and then loaded on the low-bed
trailer, which ended up being only six inches from the ground. This of course, wasn't going to pass any
safety inspections, so they had to work on the trailer to get it up
higher. John said something about
replacing tires and suspension bags and they got it to 12 inches off the ground. While all this is going on there is paperwork
being processed for these vehicles to travel through five states and three
different countries. John had to rely on
many different individuals to do their part for all of this to work. All the while there is a pressing time issue
because no one wants to travel through Mexico during optimal bandit-hijacking
time periods. Even if everything went
well from this point on the stress involved with all these tasks is huge.
BY THE WAY,
THERE WERE MIRACLES
At this
point I wanted to share two miracles that occurred for John. He had to get his commercial drivers license
renewed before he could drive. Not a
problem, until you get to the “passing the physical” part. John is colorblind and has a few high blood
pressure issues. Not sure why, but he
drank a pitcher of iced tea just before they took his blood pressure which is
usually around 130 over 85. When the
nurse was done she just said “118 over 62”.
John is thanking God but still a bit nervous because he knows that he
must pass the color test. He has had to
do this in the past and he knows that there are patterns of colored dots that
you must be able to identify. When they
went through the pages John could see every pattern! Thank you God!
BRAKES
So finally,
after hours of hard work and preparation the caravan set off down the
freeway. All was going well until the brakes
went out on the semi. Tim didn’t know
this until the group pulled off for a planned stop. They were all up ahead at a four-way stop and
he was quickly gaining on them without the ability to stop. (At this point I am envisioning scenes from
the movie Convoy with Kris Kristopherson.
Some of you may know what I’m talking about.) The guys up ahead had no way of knowing that Tim couldn't stop. He had only one option,
to go to the left and on around them. If
he would have went right he would have ended up in the woods, wrapped around a
tree. There was one car ahead of the
caravan and I’m thinking he must have seen Tim coming up the on-ramp behind him,
because he pulled out just as Tim got there.
Tim who was at this point laying on the horn, just followed the car through the
intersection. I’m sure the guys had no other choice but to watch in amazement
as Tim went barreling on past them, blaring his horn! He got through the intersection and
successfully stopped the truck on the other side. It was as if a Hollywood director had yelled,
“Action!” And the whole scene was being filmed by five different cameras. But credit needs to go where credit is
deserved. There was no director unless
you consider God the director. At this
very moment in Belize, Tim’s wife Carol was on her knees in prayer. Carol had told me that the Holy Spirit had
prompted her to stay home from church with a strong inclination to just
pray. There is no telling how disastrous
this could have turned out. Many people
were praying through this whole trip. As
Christians we believe that our prayers touch the very heart of God and hold the
same power that Jesus had while on this Earth.
That is called “faith”.
BEING THERE FOR SOMEONE
When the
caravan reached Tennessee they knew that there was a resting place in sight. Some of the people at Greater Life Church in
Lexington, were following what was happening with the caravan and were
expecting them. Unfortunately, just as
the guys were arriving at Parkers Cross Roads, the semi had a tire
blowout. Which was actually a great
place to have this happen. There is an
awesome small business owner who runs a tire shop, with a hand painted sign,
back behind the gas station. This man
quickly changed the tire and only charged $45. His has a great reputation in the Parkers
Cross Roads area.
Pastor Jamie was there to greet them with traditional
southern hospitality. He fed them Barbecue and put them up for the
night in a hotel. This was very well received and appreciated.
The next day
the guys made their way to the Lucas home where the Bronco was waiting for
them, stuffed to the gills with Lucas stuff.
Just in front of the Bronco, on the floor of the shop was a pile of
items that I really wanted if they could find a place for it. So they loaded all that stuff, my porch
chairs included, on to another truck.
Before they left, Dennis had told them to look around for anything they
might have need of. Not exactly a safe
thing to say to these guys. They spent
some serious time trying to figure out how to take the half-restored 1957 Chevy
Pickup. Fortunately, they couldn’t
figure out how to get it across the borders. So, after loading our belongings
and injuring Felipe on the washer, the caravan started out for the Texas/Mexico
border.
BORDERS AND BAD GUYS
Timing is
everything at border crossings. There
are great amounts of paperwork and inspecting to be done, and this border closes at 3:30.
The caravan
had already been traveling since Saturday and it was Tuesday. That is four days
of driving with little rest. The stress, endless driving and lack of sleep had
started to take its toll. The guys had stopped for fuel and snacks. John had just paid for his things and went for the door. Just as he reached the door he realized his
wallet was still on the counter. It took
less than 12 seconds to get back to the counter, but his wallet was gone. Besides the $3800 for duty fees, all of
John’s required ID was in that wallet.
It was devastating. He
immediately got on the phone to stop use of the credit cards taken. Later, on the video cameras he got to watch
the whole thing happen. The guy who took
it was quick and very good. They did get
his face on camera, so at some point in time it will catch up with him. So there they were hoping to get across the
border, but that wasn't going to happen today.
Early the next morning, after having a few
serious conversations with the CMTS people and Pastor Jamie, John had to go
quite a ways out of the planned route to receive money grams that were on the
way. Actually, he had to go over 400
miles, round-trip in order to get to the
Walmart store where the money was.
(At this
point in the story John stops and looks at me,
“You have a very generous church you know.” We know.)
John and Tim
get back to the border at 3:00, it closes at 3:30. Never give up! Never give in! This is a good
motto for John, so he tries to get across anyway. God was really showing who is in control
because they got through without a hitch.
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