August 18, 2022, 1:00 PM

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August 18, 2022

When God Runs out of Gas

During the gas crisis of the 1970’s we, like many, started carrying around a 5 gallon can of gas in the back of our car. Gas prices went up dramatically like in recent years, however, there was also the fact that many stations would run out. You might have to wait in line for over an hour to get gas only to have the attendant put out the “gas empty” sign right before your turn.

It was during this time that my cousin in Quinter Kansas was getting married and she asked for my family to provide the music for the ceremony. Although we had 6 children in our family, we only had 3 drivers at that time. My mom had a little Opel. Barely it would seat 4 people although there were times that all six kids squeezed in for a 30-minute ride to church. My dad drove the big car, and International Travel All, IH answer to the GM Suburban and the kids had a 1964 Ford Falcon station wagon. The engine boasted 170 cubic inches of raw power; we were a force to reckon with. It did get the best gas mileage and you never had to worry about speeding in the Falcon. 55 MPH was the fastest it would do on a straightaway especially with all 6 kids in the car. (Sidebar: on a long downhill stretch we could squeak out 70 MPH) but I digress.

My dad could not be gone from the Lumber Yard, but he insisted we attend the wedding and do our part in the singing. This cloud of doom however, hung over our heads. We saw firsthand every day that cars were lined up for hours to get their tanks filled. What if we experienced that on the trip out west. Quinter was ¾ the way across Kansas, almost 300 miles from our home. We determined how fast the car would go, and how many gallons of gas we needed. We tried (all without the aid of the internet) to figure out where we would stop for gas and hoped we had enough money to cover it. The Falcon was a station wagon, but it was very small inside the cabin. One person would have to sit in the way back with the luggage and the ever present 5 gallon can of gas. It was determined that we would take shifts sitting in the back and pray that it would never be your turn!

The trip went without a hitch except for my cousin getting hitched. It was a sweet time with family, and we headed home. Not one time did we run out of gas. I think we had to look around for an open station in Salina or Abilene, but we found an open station. We may have had to use the gas can once, but we got to an open station and filled it back up.

As I think about that story, I’m reminded of a scripture from Lamentations 3. It has been said that the Book of Lamentations is not only the saddest book of the Bible but also the saddest book in all ancient writings. Five chapters of abject sorrow and tears each chapter increasing in the intensity of that sorrow. Dark clouds, dark days, doom, gloom and in the middle of the book, in the middle of that chapter there is a verse, a ray of hope amid utter despair.

Lamentations 3:22-23

22 The Lords acts of mercy indeed do not end, For His compassions do not fail.
23 They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness.

Jeremiah the prophet was speaking out of his own sorrow, his own trials and imprisonments but also speaking for a nation, his people, as they tottered in the brink of a destruction from which they would never fully recover until the second coming of Christ. His heart was heavy as he penned each word. It was in this reality that Jeremiah wrote, not only the book of Lamentations but also this marvelous reminder. This one little verse has inspired many books and songs, but notably it is the essence of the Hymn, “Great Is Thy Faithfulness”

 

Unlike the car in the illustration, God never runs out of Gas!

God’s mercies never run out.

God will faithfully love us, even in our disappointment.

God will continue to love us even if He must discipline us.

God is able and He will.

He will for you, and He will for me.

 

I don’t know what you’re going through, but I’m guessing that like me, you need to be reminded that sorrow lasts for the night, but joy comes in the morning.

Be Blessed,

 

Marty


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