“Well, good evenin’, ladies. I reckoned some’un was in trouble, with those tracks all over the road up there. Are y’all doin’ fine?” He bent over and peered into Phoebe’s blue eyes. “Well, what a purty l’il angel!”
Maseppa grunted and stepped close protectively. “We be fine.”
“I won’ hurt no ‘un. I just want t’ help. M’name is Zeke. I’m a peddlah. I ramble from here to there sellin’ kettles an’ such.” . . .
“Well, I had a look-see at that there wagon this mornin’. It don’ look so good. The wheel is twisted, and the axle is cracked. I nailed a patch on it, but it won’ last very long. Now, I knows this fella’ in
, the next town
over. He can fix just about anything. I can pull your wagon behind mine and see
what he says.” Hoosick
Zeke hasn't done a lot of Bible reading, but he knows what is important. Here's a conversation with a fellow traveler -
“I’ve made a mess o’ my life, Zeke, but last winter when my foot was stuck tight in that trap, I thought it was my time. It makes you pray when you think you’re going to meet your Maker. I promised the Good Lord that I’d make good the wrongs I’ve done. I didn’t deserve to live, but I didn’t want to die, but I must’ve swooned or somethin’. The Good Lord saved my life and gave me a second chance. The next thing I remembered was that my foot was free. There were moccasin prints around me, but I never saw no one. I aimed t’ ask Ben ‘bout his religion… but now, he’s gone.”
Zeke shifted nervously on the seat and adjusted the reins in his hands. “Pete, I ain’t ever pretended I was a preacher, or nothin’, but Granny Mackmin told me ‘bout gettin’ forgiven. I thought it was all about bein’ good, but it’s all about God forgivin’ you."
I want to live my life in a way that shows Christ, no matter where I am or what I'm doing. I don't want others to see me, but to see Him. I want to be a sermon on wheels like Zeke.