When I was growing up, we didn't consider ourselves poor.
Even though we never had much money, we valued summer vacations. For the Moore boys, vacation consisted of one of two things: going on a road trip with our parents or staying at our grandparents.' And I'm still not sure which I loved more.
My wife and I just returned from a little time away. At one point, we'd spent an hour and a half driving through the back roads of America. Our gas gauge was getting low when we happened upon what we've always called a one-stop sign town. There we found a two-pump gas station with a couple of cars in line.
My wife had gone into the station to get a cup of coffee when in walked a rancher with two small children. The kids were running up and down the aisles looking at everything on the racks. Picking up item after item, they kept asking their dad, “Can we get this?”
Turning to my wife, the man said, “Excuse my children, they don't get to town much.” She broke out in a smile, first because he referred to this wide spot in the road as a town, and second because his children didn't get to visit this high point of civilization too often.
I understood how this man felt.
Twice, I've had the privilege of going to Israel. On my first trip, I took in so many biblical sites that I still refer to it as my “I Ran Where Jesus Walked Tour.” One day, the tour guide announced that we were leaving Jerusalem the next morning and heading to Bethlehem. I couldn't wait to visit the city where our Savior was born. After all, I knew a lot about Bethlehem. Every year during the Christmas season, we sang about this special place. Every picture in our Sunday school quarterlies showed the desert with a small village in the distance, a huge star hovering above the manger where Jesus lay. So, from all my experience in vacation Bible school, Sunday school, church training and church camp, I knew I had a long journey ahead. Anticipating the drive, I began to assemble assorted snacks, drinks and sandwiches.