On June second we pulled out of Amarillo. We stopped at the cross in Groom, Texas.
|the archangel Michael and satan|
The Catholic theological bent is still prominent, sadly. But still, it's a great place to meditate on Jesus' passion, and to talk to other visitors about Him.
|The Tulsa skyline|
After skirting Tulsa (and a wild time getting on highway 75 north, since the exit from I-244 was closed!), we were in the home stretch. Here is a video clip of 2 minutes of our drive. One thing that was a great blessing in our travel is that when we were talking with each other, often our conversation was about Jesus. In this clip you'll hear Lu summarize part of a sermon she heard.I stayed in a hotel, but my four friends stayed with Dale and Joanne, a kind Christian couple in an incredibly beautiful part of Bartlesville. All of Bartlesville seems beautiful to me, so that's saying something!
|Dale and Joanne's neighborhood|
|This is just a small part of the wall(s) covered with photos. I picked a picture at random and asked Dale if he could tell me about the person. He could!|
I suggested to Lu that we change seats and she try it herself. After all, she is the vehicle's owner. Maybe it would cooperate for her. But she too was unable to escape the clutches of "park". She suggested I pull out the owner's manual. I feverishly flipped to the page that described how to get the car out of park. (Thank goodness it was in the index.) "Oh, it says you have to push the brake pedal!" I said. She did, and to our amazement it worked! Then, our amazement turned to embarrassment. Of course you would depress the brake pedal before shifting out of park. I had instinctively done so many times on her vehicle already on this trip. Why had this simple fact temporarily exited both of our brains at the same time? And in front of Walmart no less? I later realized that God was giving me a gentle spanking for getting so worked up about "my" schedule.
Well, we had a good laugh, filled up with gas, picked up Bonnie, and still made it to the dinner on time.
Well, we made it to the dinner location on time. But the owner of the deli where we were to have dinner didn't. He had agreed to open his deli specifically for our group (who wouldn't for 30 people?), but somebody forgot or wrote down the wrong day and we all wound up having to go to Ocean China instead.
|Here are shots of some of my friends as we wait for the deli owner|