It's All About People

It's funny the expectations you have. When you say you're going to do a 3300 mile walk for Christ, the emphasis is always on the miles walk and the time it will take you.

Our first journey took thirteen months...and thirteen pairs of shoes. Our second journey took eighteen months; fourteen walking and a four month break for closed campgrounds (forgot about winter in Iowa).

Sometimes we miss the for Christ part of the walk. For Christ means it's all about people. Every day I start out wanting to walk 15 miles. I'll be happy if we get at least 12 but lately it seems we're having a hard time breaking into double digits. We're not talking to a lot of people but we're spending time with people; time talking and time listening.

My morning started off with Mona. She stopped right on the road to see if I was okay. I wish she would have pulled over because as she drove away I saw she was crying. Was there something wrong? Did God touch her heart? I prayed for her all day...hope you will too.

Later on I ran across Travis from Holton, KS (about 2 hours north). Today is his 5th wedding anniversary (No...he wasn't married five times). He told me about his wife Jean and their sons, Danner Jo & Sterrit. Travis was the kind of guy that you just liked when you met him. He was building bridges and his dog, Box Car was with him. We got a chance to pray together and I walked away thanking for letting me meet Travis. He just brightened my day.

Some road construction was going on and I stopped to thank some of the workers for checking in on Lucy. Made sure they all had one of our postcards. It has a collage of pictures of us on the front and Jesus is Calling Your Name on the back. It'll give them something to talk about over the dinner table tonight. I can hear it now..."Marge, you'll never guess what I saw today. I got to to tell ya about this itty bitty guy dressed like Moses."

Coming through town Cindy flagged me down. "I want to hear your testimony." "Let me hear yours first," I replied. Cindy has had a tough life. Death has taken many of her family and all in a very short period of time. Darkness has taken it's toll but when I stopped to talk with her she was holding on to a twisted wooden cross. "He's the only one that gets me through," she said.

We talked for quite a while and when she left me, she drove up the road and spoke with Lucyah. Later in day we found a place to hook up to electricity and we've been doing "office stuff" for several hours. Just a few minutes ago, someone knocked at the door and right now Lucy is sitting on a park bench listening and talking.

This journey that we're on is not about miles or time...its all about people.