The Young Rancher
Who Was Our Angel
Larry was pastor of Cushing Church of the Nazarene in
1968. Cathy was a teenager and the three
of us drove to Okmulgee on weekday night to a revival at the church there. As was the custom, we visited after the
service and started back to Cushing around 11:00 pm. The route from Okmulgee to Cushing was up Hwy
75 toward Tulsa, then cross the back roads west to Cushing. We had driven about 10 miles (in the middle
of nowhere) when the lights went out on our old VW. Without light, etc., Larry wasn't able to
determine the cause.
This was in the days before cell phones. We told him if he would take us to the next little town of Beggs where there was a pay phone booth we would call someone from Cushing to come get us. We got to that little town and by this time it was after midnight. The rancher said: "I can't leave you here with no one around. I live alone and don't have anything else to do anyway. He drove us the 56 miles to Cushing and wouldn't let us pay for gasoline or anything.
We told the rancher that Larry had been thinking of walking
to the house where we saw a light in the distance. He said it was good that he didn't ... the
people who lived there were not very cordial to people who stopped by at
night. We thanked God for protecting
Larry from that ... and of course we certainly thanked Him for providing us a ride to Cushing. The next day a friend took Larry back to get the VW. The lesson we learned was that God took care
of us. We give Him the thanks!
