But we were trying to get on the road.
I pulled Nacho (our Jeep) up behind Earl to get it hooked up for towing. The step process to put a Jeep into a tow mode is critical to follow, otherwise you end up destroying the transmission. Because the Jeep has 4-wheel drive, you have two transmission cases to deal with. We laminated a sheet of instructions that we use every time we either hook up or unhook Nacho from the motorhome.
Mechanical things are hard for me to learn. It takes me multiple times of doing something over and over before it sinks in and makes sense. For Lauré it seems like understanding anything mechanical or computer-oriented is innate. My ego, like a bulldozer, is insisting that I get this jeep to motorhome hook-up right. Without her. Period.
Stubborn. Still angry. This was the state I was in.
Trying to concentrate on this task, and diligently following my check list, I noticed a vehicle pull up alongside me. It was out of the corner of my eye. Looking up briefly, I saw a gentleman in a car going the opposite direction looking at me and at our rig (Earl in front, Nacho in back, tow equipment in the middle. We are quite a sight).
He started driving away. Even though I was still in a grouchy, punchy mood, I smiled and went back to my task.
There he was again in the corner of my eye. He backed up so that he was driver window to driver window. His window was down. I rolled mine down.
He: Couldn’t help but notice your license plates. Are you from South Dakota or do you just register your RV there?
(This is a question that only another Full-time RV’er would ask. It all has to do with our need to have an official domicile. Even when you are living full-time in an RV with no physical property. But that’s another Blog.)
I’m still in a grouchy mood and feeling pressure. I know Lauré is trying to be patient with my determination not to need her for all things mechanical. I do my best not to have irritation in my voice.
I answer: Domicile on paper only.
He: Well, I just wondered because we’re from South Dakota and you don’t see many of those plates around here.
Me: It’s a beautiful state.
He: We actually have been living in Rawlins, Wyoming. I’m a retired Pastor. Actually, they call me an Itinerant Preacher.
My ears prick up. In my head I hear a voice saying, “Stop what you’re doing. Pay attention. Be Present.”
I get out of the Jeep and walk over to him. Reaching out my hand, I tell him that I’m a missionary for the Episcopal Church.
Both our smiles widen with an understanding.
We introduce ourselves. Pastor Rod and his wife Jenni are also living full-time in an RV.
They too, sold everything to ‘Pick up the Cross’
Their mission: Going from church to church giving dramatic readings of scripture. Mostly in churches with 100 or so congregants, but once for over 2,500.
Now it’s Lauré I see out of the corner of my eye. She is now out of Earl and not happy. I’ve stopped my task and am chatting with a stranger. But, I know I can’t stop. Something very powerful makes me stay in the moment with Pastor Rod.
He shares insight, scripture, and faith. It feels like he has given me more clues to a Treasure Map. My anger has dissipated. I am calm. I am refocused and feel God’s love.
Lauré has to finish my task while we are chatting. She is hot, windblown, and dirty. And very frustrated with my behavior. We sit in silence as we drive away.
I wait about 15 minutes. Not able to explain the spiritual experience that has just occurred for and within me, I still know it’s important to apologize.
I’m still processing the interaction I had with Pastor Rod. On the surface, it was during the most inopportune time. But in truth, it was Divine Time.