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“…all things can be done for the one who believes!” Mark 9:23 

 “1….2….3! Gentle accelerator, Kathy!” I called from behind the car to my daughter in the driver’s seat. “Push, Mike!”  Kathy gave the car gas; my son and I pushed from the back as hard as we could, our feet slipping in the mud. The front tires spun madly, splattering mud on my coat, splotching some onto my glasses. The car sank deeper into the winter-thawed ground. 

“Stop! Stop!” I yelled to my daughter, who let off the gas. Exhausted, Mike and I stood up. Stepping carefully through the muck, we walked up the slight incline to the front of the car, to figure out what our next step would be.

We were in a wooded area, accessed by a rutted road. As the driver, I had left the road to turn around, not realizing that the ground in the area I picked for the maneuver had thawed during these extraordinary warm winter days. I realized what a terrible mistake I had made when the car was facing up the slight incline, and I couldn’t get it to move forward in the soft earth.

We had been trying, unsuccessfully, for about 30 minutes to get the car out. No luck.

“You two stay here. I’m going to see if anyone is home in that house up ahead.” I slipped as I moved along the car, adding more grime to my jeans. My white sneakers were now caked with mud, coat splattered. Mike was just as filthy. I was really annoyed at myself for getting us into this literal mess. I headed toward the house, praying that someone would be home to help us, because it was the only house that I could see.

“Lord, I need some help here” I said, knowing that only two of us pushing couldn’t get the car out. I reached the house. No one was home.

When I returned to the car, we tried a few more things, no success. The sun was getting lower in the sky. Kathy handed me my cell phone to call a tow truck.

As I was getting ready to make the call, Mike heard some voices and scanned the area. He spotted three young men in the distance, walking through the woods, and called to them for help. They turned from their path and headed toward us.  

“Wow!”  they said, as they reached the car and surveyed the mess we were in. They agreed to help. Mike gave each one of us a place to be around the car. The five of us stepped into the now ankle-deep mud, braced ourselves, and then Kathy gently pressed the accelerator. 

Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, the car moved forward as we cheered encouragement to each other to continue pushing.  Kathy got the car to solid ground, and then put it in park. We gratefully thanked the young men as they headed back to continue their hike, stomping mud off their sneakers and jeans as they walked. 

God was in those three young people, who stopped to help strangers in a messy situation. I had asked Him for help, putting my own expectations about where it should come from. Yet God provided us with what we needed; we just had to keep looking. 

© Diane L. Neuls DeBlasio 2011

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This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. John 15:12

It was Christmastime in New York City. The kids and I were playing tourist during Christmas break.


We had taken the express train into New York. Every car on the train was packed with Long Island tourists like ourselves this Christmas week. The day was unseasonably warm, which probably added to the number of people heading into the city. We settled into a seat, open the fold-out map, and planned our day.


When we reached Penn Station, we walked upstairs and outside into the crowds on the sidewalk. It was noisy: vendors called attention to their wares spread out on tables along the sidewalk: watches, scarves, and pocket books. Taxi horns, calls of the tour guides, loud chatter of people as they moved along, bicycle bells, roar of the busses and cars as they moved down the road bombarded us. Smells of the pretzels and roasted nuts from the sidewalk vendors floated in the air.


Our plan was to walk up Fifth Avenue to RockefellerCenter, to see the tree. It seemed like this was everyone else’s destination, too. We joined the herd of people heading up Fifth Avenue. “Packed like sardines” doesn’t even begin to describe the crowds as we moved along.


After a few blocks, the crowd slowed down to a crawl. Something was blocking the sidewalk ahead. The kids and I couldn’t see what was causing the slowdown; packed in, we could only move along with the crowd. The crowd started to get cranky: kids whined, people grumbled and started jostling each other on the walkway. Because of the Christmas crowds and the traffic on the street next to us, the only place to go was to continue on the sidewalk, inching along.


As we moved up the street, we could see that the people up ahead seemed to move around something on the sidewalk, then continue on a bit faster.  What could be causing this pedestrian traffic jam?


We got closer, and saw the reason for the jam up: an elderly couple was moving very slowly along on the sidewalk. Maybe they were married, maybe they were siblings or just friends. If I had to guess their ages, I’d say they were in their mid-to-late 90s. In spite of the warm weather, each was dressed in a heavy overcoat. They were both petite, frail looking, but with an amazing inner strength. The gentleman was bent over a walker, shuffling along. The lady was next to him, holding his arm for support, as she slowly shuffled along with him. Their package from the grocery store was hooked around the walker. Both were intently fixed on the sidewalk, determined, careful of where they were stepping, focusing on moving ahead.


In their own way, each one was supporting the other as they walked. Well, shuffled.


As they passed the couple on the sidewalk, the change in the crowd was remarkable. The people passing stopped talking, gave the couple a gentle smile, and walked around them, giving them plenty of room on the sidewalk. As the crowd reformed in front of the couple, the mood had changed: people had more patience, and they were friendlier to those around them. People who just a few moments before were very grouchy, were now smiling, greeting strangers with a “Hello” and a “Merry Christmas” while waiting for the light to change at the next cross walk.


I saw God that day in the elderly couple on Fifth Avenue. In their simple daily activity, The Lord used that couple to show that we are to love and care for each other, support one another, as we move along in life. Always.

© Diane L. Neuls DeBlasio, Seeing God In The Ordinary 2011

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