The saga of over-the-road trucking for Joy and I to support ourselves and the ministry of MCOI continues. We have completed out company training and been upgraded to our own assigned truck. We have been on our own for about 2 weeks now. In addition to assisting in supplying our financial needs it also provides new and unexpected ministry opportunities that may not be unique to trucking but seem to be more pronounced. Loneliness among solo drivers is difficult to overcome. A few days ago while Joy and I were having lunch we struck up a conversation with a young man. Soon in to the conversation he talked about being single and asserted that no one wanted him, except his immediate family who only wanted him to pay their bills. Thinking he was overstating the case, as some of us do, we assured him this wasn’t true. He began to tear up (something truck drivers don’t really do in truck stops) and we realized he was really suffering an aloneness that Joy and I cannot readily identify with. We prayed for him and continue to do so. On the lighter side of this new “tent-making” experience, Joy weighs in with something she called “Yankee Doodle”:
You’ve heard of Mark Twain’s story about the Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court? Well, we are the Illinois Yankees in Connecticut’s court… At least we were yesterday… Today we are further up in New England – Vermont and New Hampshire to be exact. We spent last night in a New Hampshire Wal-mart parking lot, with a snowy mountain on one side and snowy pine trees on the other. Really gorgeous. We got a 4 inch snowfall overnight and that was beautiful too out the truck windshield.
Our route took us off the interstates and onto a lot of country back roads. We passed through Vermont’s Ski country, just an enchanting drive through many charming snow-covered towns and past many a country Inn. I have never been to New England, and it was quite a pleasant drive.
You’ve heard the stereotypes concerning Vermont – at least I think it’s Vermont – that people are more taciturn there and don’t talk overmuch. Nah – not true! I certainly talked as much in New England as I ever do anywhere else, so I think that’s baloney…