Wednesday of Holy Week –Homeward Bound

Coming back to Wisconsin from out East as kids one year, my sister and I learned that by making a fist and pulling it down a couple of times, we could get truckers to blow their horns when you were along side. On the Indiana Toll Road, we tagged up with a truck that passed us, and then, shortly afterwards, we passed him. It was a prolonged game of leap frog. Each time we passed the truck, my sister would pump her hand, and the trucker would oblige with a friendly honk.

As traffic started to slow down near Chicago, we had moved out into a faster lane only to discover that our exit for going around Chicago was coming up and there was no way to get back over. We were alongside a truck and couldn’t see traffic on the other side. This could be a long way home. Then, my sister noticed with surprise that our trucker friend was in the cab of the neighboring truck. Before we knew it, he had put on his flashers and started slowing down. Finally, he was almost stopped. In front of him was a huge gap in traffic.

With great thankfulness, Mom pulled into the space our trucker friend had created for us, and honking our horn, we took our exit for home. He had apparently noticed our license plates and knew, better than we, where we needed to go.

Prayer

Lord, in our haste we often forge ahead without knowing where we are going, but, in your care and leading, you forgive our headstrong ways and lead us home.  For making space for us, we give you thanks. Amen