Once again we were enjoying our “summer” activities. The pick-up hummed and provided a faultless ride. “I really like this truck,” I thought as we made our way in a northwesterly direction.
It was fun to watch the harvest taking place. Songs of thanks begged to be sung, and so Stan and I did. A quiet moment, and it was only a little while until we were there.
The chatter continued on a more somber note. “I hope we can find a good place to park and unload the trailer,” Stan said. We were towing our trailer with the 1903 Oldsmobile replica. Our destination was the Good News Bookstore in Fairmont, so it would be a downtown area. We found a nice place for the trailer across the street from the store, and the owner moved his van so we could park the little car right in front of the store entrance.
I can’t believe the attention the little car got. Some of the folks crossed the street to talk with Stan about it, as he waited in the truck. We had some of our “Faith Journey” leaflets, as well as one written about the little car. I had them inside the store with me, as the purpose of this visit was a book signing of “The Yield.”
So many wonderful people stopped by to shop, buy a book, chat and have their books signed. During this time, I kept peeking out where Stan was visiting with folks, and saw him talking with a tall, mustached man.
This guy shared about his struggles with alcohol and other aspects of his life. After a bit, I heard someone say, “Who is the misses to the man with the curved dash car? He said I could have some reading material, and to ask his wife.” I was thrilled.
Sometimes the guests helped themselves to the leaflets, at other times they asked for them after visiting about the little car. “I don’t know if we are doing this right,” we worried. We both are serious about our faith, and the main purpose of these trips is to share. We love it when others share their faith with us as well. The book signings and having the little car present have provided opportunities for us to do this in a non-confrontational way.
When I was a child, I dreamed of being a missionary, nurse or teacher. Stan had similar aspirations, and it seems that at this time in our lives The Lord has given us an answer we were hoping for. We may not know what the yield will be, but we do know that we have wonderful seed. This has brought us a lot of peace, and the joy of visiting with some really wonderful people.
Sue Peterson has been writing “The Yield” column since 1978 and has been a staple of The Land. She may be reached at sustan2@bevcomm.net or 1010 East 5th St., Blue Earth, MN 56013.
Matthew 6; Psalm 37:5-7
