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not just a tent anymore…

July 8, 2015

 

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My HusBen would never have gone on this father son camping trip if it had not been for Ralph.  Ralph is one of those humble type of guys.  He does not demand much attention… or any at all.  But people who can see  in the spiritual know Ralph is special…. a giant of sorts. He is the type of father other fathers want to be like.  And yet in the quiet moments around a fire Ralph would talk of big dreams to bring Jesus to people…. to take his wife on a wild adventure and become Jesus to people  who are looking for Him.   To be…Jesus…. to people who needed to see Him.

There is no bravado in Ralph…. just a heart that glows with a Light.

He just dreams of being Jesus to people.

As my husband crept in the house at 4:30am , I knew something was off.  He wasn’t expected till after lunch.  For him to be here at this hour meant he had left camp at 2am.  If it was an emergency I knew he would wake me… I left it till morning.

As we sipped our morning tea he explained that at two o’clock the red headed kid had puked in the tent.  He’s a puker that one.

“Wait! Where’s the brand new tent!?” I couldn’t help  laughing.. I knew where this was heading.  I know this husBen of mine well enough.

“Are you kidding?  I threw it in the dumpster.”

“That was a brand new tent… What the heck,” I tried to act serious but really what would anyone have done at two in the morning with a tent full of puke?

“Good news is I am back to help with Sunday Dinner.”

a few hours later we got a text from Ralph…

“saw you leave at 0317 hours… we pulled your tent  and hardware out of the dumpster and thoroughly washed it at the campground.  I then brought the tent and all the hardware home with me and am in the process of disinfecting the tent and hardware.  We will drop it off sometime this week. We left the sleeping bag… there was no salvaging it.”

I looked around the table of Sunday Dinnerers and we all learned about  how to be Jesus as I shared this incredible story.

We all agreed that  Ralph was more like Jesus than any of us could believe.

We have our tent back. It’s in the bag it came it.  It smells better than when it left.

It smells holier.

 

 

8 Comments leave one →
  1. Loraine permalink
    July 8, 2015 2:51 pm

    I love this story! Ralph, the tent salvager, is truly one-of-a-kind. Now we just have to teach him how to salvage sleeping bags!

    • July 8, 2015 4:32 pm

      no please… that sleeping bag was old… and truly nothing is lost in its absence.
      T

  2. Jean permalink
    July 8, 2015 3:32 pm

    Loraine took the words right out of my mouth – I love this story!!! We all need a “Ralph” in our lives and we all need to be a “Ralph”!

  3. July 8, 2015 3:43 pm

    Amazing. Nothing like a tent christened with puke and disinfectant.

    Diane Schallert YWAM South Africa theschallerts.org

    Sent from my iPhone

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  4. Deb Ruble permalink
    July 9, 2015 7:10 am

    Leah

  5. July 11, 2015 4:21 pm

    Now that’s a Jesus story!

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