Family of God

I think I have said it before, but I am saying it again. one of the great things about travel is the fellowship you can have anywhere with other Christians. This morning we were planning on attending the service here at the camp. The sign had 8:45 and 9:45 so we chose to go at 9:45. There was a foyer and we could hear the service. We thought we were early. We waited a while then left and found out that it is only at 8:45. So we missed it. We had seen a small church on the highway not far away so we went there. Sunday school started at 10. As we approached the door they were singing, so we went in and sat down. After the song everyone stood up, so we thought we had missed this one, too, and had got in on the last of it! Not so. I was ushered out to the ladies SS class and Paul to the men's. Our table was set for tea or coffee. Poor Paul, no coffee for the men. Then we stayed for worship service. From the pulpit, we were told we must be good people since we drove a jeep. (Some folks appreciate jeeps, air conditioned or not!) I think all of the 14 other people greeted us and were so excited to have us join them. We were the youngest there, other than the pastor and his wife. What a sweet spirit this congregation had!
Lazy afternoon. Paul decided to look into getting at least one tire tomorrow. The metal is showing through on one and is worse than he realized. We checked near where we were parked before, and they could order them but not install them. What good is that? So we may stick around so we can get a tire before moving on.