The Lord prepares the way for those who follow Him, part I

As we headed up through Nebraska to White Clay and Pine Ridge, we had almost no idea of what we would be doing, or where we would be staying, for this week. All we knew was that we had a 12 noon appointment with a Mr. Bruce BonFleur of 555 Ministries in White Clay and a Three O’clock meeting in Pine Ridge with a lady we will be working with in Rapid City this month.

A little geography and background – Pine Ridge is both the name of the reservation we work around, and the main town on the ‘Rez where the government offices are located. When I say Pine Ridge, I will mean the town, and I will try to make it obvious when I am talking about the Reservation.  Pine Ridge, SD is located just north of the SD-NE border, and the town of White Clay, NE is just south of the NE-SD border, so it’s a two or three minute drive between the two. Pine Ridge Reservation is “Dry” (No alcohol sales), so the town of White Clay sells a huge gigantic amount of alcohol, mostly to Natives. This makes it a prime place for ministry. Rapid City is the largest metropolis in the area, and is about two hours North from Pine Ridge.

So we were traveling up through Nebraska on a beautiful Monday morning. We had just finished cooking and eating our waffles, and we came across a truck driver walking up the road. Now the towns up here are small and few and far between. The last town we had passed through was about 4 miles back, and had a gas station and a couple small stores. The truck driver had lost both of his tires of the front passenger side of his grain trailer. We picked him up, and drove back to the small town of Cody, where he went into the gas station to see if he could get any help. He did get a person to come out, but the parts would be about an hour and a half or more coming from the nearest supplier. So we took him back and went looking for the tires. We found one, and eventually we found a lug nut and bolt that had broken off.

We were glad to help him look get a ride to town and up the road to look for his tires, and we are blessed with a new friend, although we may never meet again.