Missional Living can be quite frustating at times. This account is from Sam, a good friend who is serving with his wife in Eastern Europe/Western Asia.
Bob
Fides Quaerens Intellectum
How a love hate relationship turns into a simple hate relationship.
Sam and the green machine.
Yesterday we were at a graduation picnic in the North of Moldova and we got rained on twice. The second time was during the meal and we just closed up and went home or tried to. The roads got wet on the surface and were slicker than snot (We wondered why Sasha kept asking if we had front wheel drive). Most of the cars in our caravan had to be pushed and everyone got so muddy. The students are all young men and they took off their shoes and pushed and got muddy and then got sprayed with mud from the cars and basically just had a good time. We ended up driving/being pushed backwards down the muddy road to get out. During all this one of my tires got damaged but since we could not even see the tires for all the mud who would know. I found out on the trip home since I could not drive above 45 mph and still maintain contact with the steering wheel. The trip home took 4.5 hours instead of 3 hours. Tire balance has to be very bad to notice on the roads here.
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