I thought I would post something not-so-very-serious here, since I mostly have written about more serious subjects. Reason being I am not a person that tends to make jokes — I am quiet and more serious. Practical to a fault, I have been told.
But, when everything seems to go wrong in a matter of a few months….well….you can either cry or laugh. And laughing is the best option :D
But, if this post is going to make any sense, you should have a little background on our bus :-)
I wrote about going to the Noah Conference up in Kentucky in mid-August. What I haven’t written about is the fact that before we could leave Kentucky, the alternator on our bus went out. We were so thankful to have sweet friends who had gone with us, who had left before us, and who turned around to drive THREE HOURS back to us.
We had to look for an alternator. And apparently only special stores carry alternators for such a common family vehicle as a great, big, yellow bus =}
Both father’s and several of the boys worked on it. We stopped right after lunch, and it wasn’t working until after midnight. Yep, we left Kentucky after midnight, and drove home. Seven-ish hours for us, and about eight-and-a-half for the sweet friends. On the way home, the bus would suddenly stop, and start again a few seconds later with a shudder. We were going through a mountain pass. And the shoulders of the road were closed. It stopped doing it as we got closer to home.
So the next Sunday, we decided to go to church, an hour away. We hadn’t replaced the alternator yet, but it had been working better. And it continued to do so. Until we were about half way there, when it started-stopped-started-stopped-started. And then was fine. So we continued on. After all, we were already nearly there, right? Sure…..
When we got ready to leave, the bus started fine. Then it shuddered. And quit. And wouldn’t start again. A family loaned us a 15 passenger van (where else could you find a family with a spare one they weren’t using just parked in their driveway?!?) and we left the bus at church. Dad went back several times, and ended up bringing a mechanic neighbor with him. They re-wired some part of it, and it worked fine. They even drove the thing home.
Enter next Sunday. It was behaving well. Until we start towards home, and we notice a strange smell. A REALLY bad odor. One sister said it smelt like burning hair, another like burning rubber, and another like an electrical fire. The common consensus was that something, somewhere was on fire.
And that was confirmed when smoke started to come out of the vents on the dashboard. But when Dad pulled off to check the motor, there was nothing apparently wrong. So what was there to do except continue on the way? The air conditioner was turning itself on and off, the bus started and stopped, and the smell was really bad. But we made it home!
And now the poor bus is sitting listlessly in the driveway, waiting to be fixed. Added to Dad’s other million-and-one things to do. Added to the list that includes things like finishing the kitchen repairs from the termites — put in a kitchen sink, put in counter tops, re-paint….and trying to get it all done before the yearly Fall Fellowship event we host in October. And now a bus to fix.
During our family prayer time Mom requested that we pray for the bus, and for wisdom for Dad to fix it….well, I thought of a country song called “Pray for the Fish”….and I came up with this. A parody of the song. And I thought that perhaps it would bring a smile to your face 8}
“Pray for the Bus”
Everybody gathered ‘round that smokin’ motor At the edge of town; To see if that yellow bus spewin’ oil Was really breakin’ down. Folks bet hard earned money that bus would never work again, They set the odds at a hundred to one that bus would never begin. Then the father said, “Children take a moment or two — There’s something we need to do. Pray for the bus.
Who will know what’s comin’ When the bus starts rollin’ Down the road again? What will happen When we start drivin’? Please won’t you leave us just a little bit of room to steer — Pray for the bus.”
Well the father took the wires out from under that motor And re-did it again. And he came up wonderin’ why in heaven That the engine wouldn’t start again. Well the vents got to smokin’, the man got to fixin’ Then the wires all caught on fire. The bus started grumblin’ it was like it was startin’ — Then it turned a liar. And then his wife stepped out of the crowd; And started yellin’ out loud: “Pray for the bus!”
Who will know what’s comin’ When the bus starts rollin’ Down the road again? What will happen When we start drivin’? Please won’t you leave us just a little bit of room to steer — Pray for the bus.
He said: “Everybody cross your fingers and fold your hands — Pray for that old bus and I’ll try to start it again. Pray for the bus,”
And it started rumblin’ The bus started movin’ — Please won’t you leave us just a little bit of room to steer. Pray for the bus.
I am a 23 year old young lady who is redeemed and saved from my sin only by the grace of God. A bibliophile at heart with a love of history who desires to see the Word of God practically applied to all aspects of our daily lives -- in our homes, in the grocery store, in the political realm. I strive to put my jumbled, chaotic thoughts down onto paper -- reducing them into black and white rows, letters, sentences. Into some semblance of sanity. And I share them here with all of you, where I can challenge you, make you think, and cause you to ask questions. I am the oldest of eleven children living the country life in the deep south.