Yesterday morning, about 4:30 a co-worker and myself starting from Charleston, WV to Bangor, Michigan. Granted, if you had been watching the weather, you would notice that West Virginia, Kentucky, and Ohio was suffering under a great winter storm full of ice and snow and all kinds of hazardous road conditions.
When we left Charleston, it was raining, but the 6 inches of snow was on the ground, but covered by a thin layer of ice. We headed up interstate 77 in the dark. My co-worker, Sounding, was driving. Sounding drove about 62 miles and hour, and as he talked, it slowed to about 54. This was not all bad because the further north that we drive the worse the road became. We left the rain and entered into freezing rain. The temperature was about 34, so not too bad. We made our first rest area north of Ripley. As soon as we stopped we heard a tree, near, snap under the weight of the ice and snow of the last few days. Have you ever heard a tree snap under the weight of water?
It was still dark and it above freezing. It was not long before I closed my eyes for sleep. When I awoke, it was dawning, and our eyes were opened. We stopped at the rest area in Byesville, Ohio. The parking lot was a giant sheet of ice. The snow on the ground was covered by an half inch layer of ice. The two lane highway had shrunk to a very narrow lane. The semi-trucks where parking on the side of the road. The temperature was now 32 and the freezing rain was now ice. Travel was limited to 30 miles an hour and the weather reports coming from Columbus was dismal.
Our prayer that morning had been for either God to give us safe passage or the good sense to turn around. We turned around. You might say that we came to ourselves, and realizing the muck, the sludge, the hazards that waited for us, we decided to go home to safety.
So he went and joined himself to one of the citizens of that country, who sent him into his fields to feed swine. And he would gladly have fed on the pods that the swine ate; and no one gave him anything. But when he came to himself he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired servants have bread enough and to spare, but I perish here with hunger! (Luke 15:15-17 RSVA)