Saturday, June 18

I met this rabbit shortly after 6:30 AM when I was walking across Macungie Park to get our morning coffee and breakfast sandwich.

It wasn’t interested in going with me as it preferred the grass over coffee.

I love seeing new (or old) things on an early morning walk.

About mid-morning Denis Yaworski came to see us – he comes every year – and told us that he brought his Doodlebug this year.

I asked where he had it parked. He said it was near the flagpole, so I looked it up.

My high school graduation year.

By noon the chapel had a continual stream of visitors, so I wasn’t able to take many pictures. Our friend Doug Maney was in charge of making many of the day’s announcements and always included a reminder to visit the Transport For Christ chapel. I think that accounted for many of our visitors. Thanks, Doug.

Bob told this group about TFC’s ministry to drivers.

During an afternoon break, I asked Cerwin if he wanted to go with me and get some pictures with the trucks of our birth year.

This is Cerwin’s birth year – 1941.

Here’s another one.

My high school graduation year.

My birth year

The truck before it was restored.

As we were talking about where I would stand, these two men were nearby and overheard our discussion. To Cerwin’s surprise, the one in the red shirt asked if he ever hauled propane out of Eagle Pipeline. He did, so they had an interesting time getting re-acquainted.

Another 1944 model.

It was difficult to get a picture of this old touring coach because it was quite popular and usually surrounded by people.

1936 school bus

Because of the shadows, I could not get a picture of the “person” behind bars.

By mid-afternoon the grounds were filled with people enjoying the delightful afternoon and looking at 700+ trucks.

This one made a lot of noise and smoke.

This one was smoke free and not as noisy.

It was about this time of the day, when Jake was talking to Jim (who wrote an article for the July Highway News) and Cerwin was talking to another man, Chaplain Bob came out of the chapel and said, “Doris, there is a woman inside who needs to talk to a woman.”

When I walked inside, she was in tears of despair.

I soon learned that she had spent all day trying to work up enough courage to come visit us. I noticed her in the early morning when I was sitting on one of the captain chairs enjoying coffee and watching people.

Afterward I learned that Bob, Jake, and Cerwin stopped their conversation to pray for me as I ministered to her. She was struggling with bitterness toward her dad, and I think that had currently come to the forefront because the next day was Father’s Day.

I listened, gave her a book written by my friend Penny (that I recently purchased and had just finished reading the day before), prayed with her and encouraged her to get involved in a local church. I told her to keep looking until she found one, and to never stop reading the Bible.

She had accepted Christ as her savior as a young girl, but was feeling quite far from Him and confused by Christians who do not follow Bible principles. I also encouraged her to call her Dad the next day. She hadn’t talked to either of her parents for six years.

She is a sweet lady with a tender heart. Pray for her – that she finds a good church and someone in her home state who can mentor her and her family.

Her visit was a highlight of my weekend.