big yellow news

I haven’t blogged for over a month. Where the heck did March go. Well starting Wednesday this is going to be a big blog week for me. I better start with the big one. Yep Keith is the proud owner of a big old but beautiful yellow tractor. After that intimate Commie Dinner in Hornsby where everyone told me why i should have a tractor I finally realised it was God’s will. I have fought it for eight months but the Lord will have his way. Let me tell you the story.

Glen Curran is currently staying with us at present helping us build the first toaster cabin. He is also in fact God’s prophet as it was he who let me drive his tractor in Tasmania for two days. God spoke to me through that experience challenging me to think about tractors for my own selfish needs but I have been reluctant to listen.

Anyway one afternoon on my way home from work I saw this little tractor. It was yellow, it was old and it was cute. It didnt want much for itself which made me think it had an issue with self confidence. It needed someone to care and respect it. I went and said hello and it seemed nice in every way. A few oil leaks but nonetheless an all round nice tractor.

I took this news back home to enthusiastic excitement from Stella and a considered cautious optimism from the prophet Glen. He agreed to come and have a look. He too was taken in by the wily charms of the little (actually its a bit big) yellow tractor. He prophesied that it was a good tractor and whilst I may not need it I certainly should get it. God’s word can be powerful. He also suggested that someone who knew what they were talking about should look at it as well. In obedience I went to the decreed Diesel mechanic and asked him to meet the big yellow tractor. Alas he too fell under its charms and declared it to be a good tractor notwithstanding a few leaks. I guess we all leak from time to time. I thought if three grown men could fall in love with the big yellow tractor on first meetings then God was certainly in this.

I stepped out in faith and asked the big yellow tractor’s owner if he would see his way clear to me buying it. After a days consideration he said yes. I said whoopee and Stella was beside herself with excitement. She hadn’t even met it at this stage.

The man selling it was Brian. A man who had up until recently lived 4 kiometres down the road on a similar block to ours. He said he would like to deliver the tractor personally to say farewell. I came home a bit early to welcome him and the big yellow tractor to its new home. Glen arrived home from work about five minutes before the tractor arrived but just after I had started to hear the tractor in the distance on its way ‘home’. I said to Glen as he got out of the car. Glen can you hear the tractor. its coming. He too was excited. I never realised Prophets got excited. I always thought they were too busy renting garments from their body waiting on God. No this prophet was a titchy bit excited.

And then it appeared bouncing along the road in a way that somehow reminded me of Thomas the Tank engine. Brian at the helm and his wife in the car behind. He drove into our place and got off the tractor. I detected a tear in his eye. His wife Annette got out of the car a bit choked up as well. We talked a while but then it was time for them to go. I said if you ever want and come a drive the tractor again you would be most welcome. He said “Could I?” Yes today was a special day.

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