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Late this past Saturday morning I was making my way back to Georgetown from Minorsville where I had been making a few calls. I had decided to squeeze one more in before lunch so I was going the long way into Georgetown so I could go by the bowling alley in hopes of catching up to one of our prospect families which has a son in a Saturday morning bowling league. I left Minorsville at about 11:10 and by 11:15 I was just south of Stamping Ground on State Route 227 when I came upon a procession of cars moving very slowly.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

As I took my place in line as the tenth car in the procession I got a clear view of what we were following. A fellow driving an end loader with a backhoe was at the head of the procession. Knowing the road as I do I thought that he would have a couple of places where he would be able to pull over and allow us all to get by. Well, he did but he didn’t. He had opportunity but he didn’t pull over. Our caravan was growing by the moment. By 11:30 we still had not traveled the six remaining miles of 227 to State Route 460. In fact we had only covered half the miles.

I remember looking behind me and counting the cars that were following me. There were eleven cars behind me and nine in front of me. That’s twenty-one cars driving an average of twelve miles an hour. The time was now 11:42. A turn off was available just ahead but the operator of the end loader didn’t use it. That was when it hit me. He was going to wait until he got to the welding shop at Great Crossings which was the last little community before getting to route 460. That was almost a mile away.

Sure enough, at 11:47 the end loader was eased off the side of the road onto the wide entry way for the welding shop. It had taken us a total of thirty-two minutes to travel six miles. Several of the drivers of the following cars honked their horns at the end loader operator as they went by. When I passed him I saw that he was laughing at us. Then it hit me. If I had just gone the normal way and made one simple turn I would have been at the bowling alley fifteen minutes ago. Satan does such things to us. When it seems that all is going well in our walk for the Lord, Satan does his best to slow us down and discourage us.

As we get angry in our frustration he just laughs at us as we finally realize what is happening. He wants us angry because then he can get us to act the way he wants. “Be angry, and do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your wrath, nor give place to the devil.” Ephesians 4:26 I could have honked my horn and berated the driver of the end loader, but I didn’t. If Satan is allowed to win the little skirmishes he may just sneak a battle’s win in on us. “Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour. Resist him, steadfast in the faith.” 1 Peter 5:8,9

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