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Page 2 of 2 John pulled up to the garage and turned off the engine, then got out and went to the back of the truck. He opened the tailgate and rolled the rotating element close to him. “Lord Jesus, please guide me to where I should place them. I know You know the best spot. Thanks.” He lifted the pump element and walked into the garage. As he walked past the huge front-end loader he saw the part table against the wall and knew that it would be the perfect spot. At one end was a special tools box that would keep the tracts out of the oil and grease. But as he got past the front-end loader he could see two mechanics working at the far end. He walked through the inner door of the garage and into the machine shop. “Lord, that table would be perfect, except for those guys working right there.” He whispered. “Should I put them in another place, or should I wait to see if they move off? Please help me, Father. Help me to leave these tracts where they can be of the best use. I've seen so many people getting saved recently. It seems that there is an attitude shift going on in the mill: a shift for the better. Help me, Lord, to do this.” John went to the center of the machine shop and put the rotating element on the floor next to the work rack. Gerry, one of the machinists, approached him. “More work for me, huh?” he smiled. “You're too kind.” “Hey, the best never rest. Isn't that right?” Gerry grunted. “Do you want the usual done with that one?” “Yes, please. And balanced, too.” “All right. I've got to finish a few other jobs, but I'll get to it for sure tomorrow.” “That'll be fine” John said. “Did you hear the latest?” said Gerry. John said he hadn't so Gerry proceeded to tell him the latest scuttlebutt about the mill. John listened politely for a few minutes then said he had to get back to work. He said good-bye to Gerry and headed for the machine shop. “Father please guide me. Make a way for me to drop these tracts.” John stepped into the garage and saw the worktable near the front-end loader abandoned. His heart leapt with excitement. He walked calmly toward the table and as he passed the special tools box, he reached his hand up to scratch his chest. Then in one fluid motion he grasped the tracts and laid them down face up on top of the toolbox. He never broke his stride nor looked back. He walked past the front-end loader and got in the truck. He started it and backed out, then headed for the pump shop. “Thank you so much, Lord, for helping me. Help Tommy to see them and help him to read them. I'll talk to him later about church, and so forth. I hope others will read them, too. Thank you so much, Lord.” “Thank YOU!” The words startled John. He had only heard them in his head, but they were unprompted and were directed at him. He drove quietly in his astonishment for a few minutes. Then his heart began to warm as he felt God's pleasure over him. “I guess that's right, Lord. I almost forgot Your interest in this. You are as interested in Tommy's salvation as I am; even more so.” He thought for a moment. “I mean, I knew that before, but…” He searched for what he was trying to say. “Yes. I guess we are like partners. You rely on me to make these drops, and I rely on You to help me carry them out.” A grin spread over John's face. “Partners. Ha!” John laughed. “Father that is so awesome! Thank you! Thank you, Jesus for the honor of being your partner!” John continued the drive back to the pump shop, his mind already contemplating the next drop.
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