Have you considered how God communicates with us?
How does God reveal Himself to mere mortals like you and me?
The Bible?
Certainly-- it is the Word of God. The written word.
But the Bible has its limits. Not the least of these limits is the fact that most people never read it. And of those of us who do, we find it is not always as simple as some would seem to indicate.
"Search the scriptures, " Jesus told the learnd critics. "In them you think you have eternal life, and they are they that testify of Me!"
The Bible doesn't save anyone; it points to the One who does.
Jesus?
Absolutely! He is the living Word!
In the Bible's pages we begin to see Jesus, and the Holy Spirit brings that picture more and more alive until we realize God is speaking! The Holy Spirit makes it possible for us to begin a personal relationship with God through the living Word, Jesus Christ our Lord. It is the task and privilege and challenge of a lifetime to know the liing Word, and let God communicate with us.
But that is not the end of the story.
How does God communicate with us?
The Church?
The Church! The Church is the incarnated Word. Not the institutions, now. Not the denominations, or the organizations, although they may (or may not) become vehicles by which the communication may take place. But by the church I mean YOU! I mean even ME! Every child of God is a member of the Body of Christ, the one true church. And the commandment is, "Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly!" (Colossians 3) We are the incarnate Word!
We- you and I- are the only "Bible" many of the people we meet may ever read. Every one of us came to know God because some meber of the Body of Christ, using the written Word in some way or other, introduced us to the living Word.
Written Word!
LIVING WORD!
The Word in shoe leather . . .in kitchens and calssrooms . . on the job..
THAT is how God communicates with us.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Saturday, July 14, 2007
The 'Hayford Street Gang' Story
There was a short time in my life when I dreaded going to school. School itself was fine-- it was just getting there and getting home again-- you see, I lived on Magnolia Avenue, and I had to watch out for the Hayford Street Gang.
Most of the time I walked to school with the Magnolia Avenuekids. As long as three or four of us were together we felt safe. Butit could be seriously damaging to your health if you got caught allalone by the Hayford Street Gang.
And then one night it happened! I had to stay after school andthe rest of the Magnolia Avenue kids for some reason or anothercouldn't wait. I had to walk home alone. I started down KalamazooStreet with the sincere hope I wouldn't- - but I did!
I had only goneabout a block from the Allen Street School when I looked about anotherblock down the street and there-- there I saw--The Hayford StreetGang! I knew I was going to get beat up.
My mind began racing-- in one split second I thought--" I'll rundown this driveway and over the fence-- no, I'm not sure what's inthat back yard-- I'll turn around and run back to the school-- no,maybe its locked now-- O God! What will I do? "
Just then I saw HIM--a big kid from the Junior High School walking down Kalamazoo Street inthe same direction as I was walking, catching up with me.
I smiled at him:"Hey, Can I walk along with you? See those kidsup there? They're after me!" He said, "Sure-- I don't care!"
So I fell into step with him, just as if he was my big brotheror something. I really didn't know him at all, but I kept smiling athim and talking as we came nearer and nearer to-- the Hayford StreetGang! And when we came right to where they were they parted-- justlike the Red Sea-- and WE walked through and on past-- one block, twoblocks-- clear to my corner where I turned for home. And I said,"Thanks!" and ran down Magnolia Avenue where I was safe.
That day that big Junior High kid was my CHAMPION!
How many times since then I have faced situations where I wasgoing to get beat up! There have been threats far more serious thanthe Hayford Street gang.
Then I’ve ‘looked up’ and there was a Champion already walking beside me!
Where do you suppose Jesus is, right now?
-from the sermon "The Champion"-- a true story!
Most of the time I walked to school with the Magnolia Avenuekids. As long as three or four of us were together we felt safe. Butit could be seriously damaging to your health if you got caught allalone by the Hayford Street Gang.
And then one night it happened! I had to stay after school andthe rest of the Magnolia Avenue kids for some reason or anothercouldn't wait. I had to walk home alone. I started down KalamazooStreet with the sincere hope I wouldn't- - but I did!
I had only goneabout a block from the Allen Street School when I looked about anotherblock down the street and there-- there I saw--The Hayford StreetGang! I knew I was going to get beat up.
My mind began racing-- in one split second I thought--" I'll rundown this driveway and over the fence-- no, I'm not sure what's inthat back yard-- I'll turn around and run back to the school-- no,maybe its locked now-- O God! What will I do? "
Just then I saw HIM--a big kid from the Junior High School walking down Kalamazoo Street inthe same direction as I was walking, catching up with me.
I smiled at him:"Hey, Can I walk along with you? See those kidsup there? They're after me!" He said, "Sure-- I don't care!"
So I fell into step with him, just as if he was my big brotheror something. I really didn't know him at all, but I kept smiling athim and talking as we came nearer and nearer to-- the Hayford StreetGang! And when we came right to where they were they parted-- justlike the Red Sea-- and WE walked through and on past-- one block, twoblocks-- clear to my corner where I turned for home. And I said,"Thanks!" and ran down Magnolia Avenue where I was safe.
That day that big Junior High kid was my CHAMPION!
How many times since then I have faced situations where I wasgoing to get beat up! There have been threats far more serious thanthe Hayford Street gang.
Then I’ve ‘looked up’ and there was a Champion already walking beside me!
Where do you suppose Jesus is, right now?
-from the sermon "The Champion"-- a true story!
Thursday, July 12, 2007
DON'T CUT OFF YOUR CHILD FROM GOD!
Listen!What do you hear? There is a difference between hearing andhearing!Sometimes we hear only what we expect to hear-- or what we wantto hear!Do you think that maybe God has a problem 'getting ourattention?" How do we hear?How do we get our children to listen for God's voice?
We are so sophisticated that we think that being Christian is a HEAD THING! Intellectually conceived! If we understand it, then weARE it!
WRONG!
Being God's people is a head thing and a heart thing and asit-down thing and a stand-up thing and a Monday thing and anall-the-time thing!
We do it best by building our lives into thechurch!
God will and does speak beyond the regular services of the church,certainly!
BUT THE REGULAR SERVICES ARE THE HEART-LINE, THEMAINSTREAM!
IF WE TAKE THAT AWAY FROM OUR CHILDREN, WHERE WILL THEIRCHILDREN GO TO HEAR ABOUT GOD?
[There is a difference between religion and spiritual life. Butreligion is the conduit, usually, and certainly there is a need forreligion, the Christian religion--]
When God goes looking for a man or woman of God,He often starts by speaking to a girl or a boy! But I know boys andgirls that seem to me to be so busykeeping a non-God schedule that they don't have time to breathe, letalone listen to God speak in the quiet of their heart.
GOD IS ALWAYS SPEAKING IF WE CAN GET QUIET ENOUGH TO LISTEN
Right now God is saying to YOU: I LOVE YOU!"Troubled Christian, I know-- and I care!" "Sinner person, I loveYOU-- and not just your 'soul.' You are GOOD! You are worth saving! Idied on the cross for you-- to make you good-- to lift you up to beclean and pure and to walk with Me right down here on this earth!"
Right NOW God is saying to all of us:"I really want to have you walk with Me! I really want to beyour best Friend! I want you to share every part of your lifewith Me!"
God is speaking just now!But we need to stop and listen! We need to deliberately listen!
If WE try, then perhaps we will be able to encourage our children tohear God's voice, too.
That is my prayer for you- and for me- today!
We are so sophisticated that we think that being Christian is a HEAD THING! Intellectually conceived! If we understand it, then weARE it!
WRONG!
Being God's people is a head thing and a heart thing and asit-down thing and a stand-up thing and a Monday thing and anall-the-time thing!
We do it best by building our lives into thechurch!
God will and does speak beyond the regular services of the church,certainly!
BUT THE REGULAR SERVICES ARE THE HEART-LINE, THEMAINSTREAM!
IF WE TAKE THAT AWAY FROM OUR CHILDREN, WHERE WILL THEIRCHILDREN GO TO HEAR ABOUT GOD?
[There is a difference between religion and spiritual life. Butreligion is the conduit, usually, and certainly there is a need forreligion, the Christian religion--]
When God goes looking for a man or woman of God,He often starts by speaking to a girl or a boy! But I know boys andgirls that seem to me to be so busykeeping a non-God schedule that they don't have time to breathe, letalone listen to God speak in the quiet of their heart.
GOD IS ALWAYS SPEAKING IF WE CAN GET QUIET ENOUGH TO LISTEN
Right now God is saying to YOU: I LOVE YOU!"Troubled Christian, I know-- and I care!" "Sinner person, I loveYOU-- and not just your 'soul.' You are GOOD! You are worth saving! Idied on the cross for you-- to make you good-- to lift you up to beclean and pure and to walk with Me right down here on this earth!"
Right NOW God is saying to all of us:"I really want to have you walk with Me! I really want to beyour best Friend! I want you to share every part of your lifewith Me!"
God is speaking just now!But we need to stop and listen! We need to deliberately listen!
If WE try, then perhaps we will be able to encourage our children tohear God's voice, too.
That is my prayer for you- and for me- today!
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Running to God . . .
Teaticket, Massachusetts
THE PRESENCE
Hebrews 11:6
I have not always been a good Christian. I have been an utterly sincereChristian. One thing that I did, shortly after I made a 're-commitment' at ageseventeen, has become a symbol in my own mind of my entire relationship withGod across the years.I ran, physically, after God, trying to reach Him, to find Him, to comenear to Him.
Maybe I had an over-simplified, even arrogant idea about being aChristian. I had the idea that now that I am a Christian, I will give iteverything I have, and I'll be a pretty good one! I'll be spiritual! I'llget my prayers through, and I'll do everything I know and be a credit to Godand the church.What's wrong with that? There are a lot of "I's"in that thought, aren't there?Anyway, I ran after God, literally. Maybe more than once-- but Iremember one time vividly-- it was in a bit of woods, no one else around tosee or hear.
I prayed, I called, finally I got up and simply ran, hoping thatthe energy would bring me closer to God.Maybe I am still running after God! Maybe sometimes I need to run. ButI have been discovering these past 60+ years that God is near when I realizethat He is near-- and that God is near even when I do NOT realize that He isnear.It isn't bad to run to God. James tells us, "Draw near to God, and Hewill draw near to you!" Perhaps it is even all right to go running after Him.But I'm not sure that it is necessary, or that a physical nearness is whatJames means at all.
I. DISCOVERING ISAIAH 41:10I discovered Isaiah 41:10 on the way to Eastern Nazarene Collegein early September, 1949, in the Durkee's new Plymouth. The occasionwas evening bible reading. I didn't know where I was, but God notonly knew, He let me know that He knew.A few weeks later in the jail in Wareham (my two room mates and I hadbeen dropped off in the middle of the night, a college prank on freshman, andactually a kindly police sergeant offered us the use of his brand-new jailcells- 1949) it stood me in good stead.
II. THE WALK TO THE HAMBURGER STANDDid you ever have God slip up beside you, like the Emmausstory tells? One night three college boys decided about 10 p.m. to gofor a hamburger in the only place (then) in North Quincy that wasopen-- a diner across from Sacred Heart Church. We talked of anythingand everything, but somehow on the walk home the conversation turnedto God, and to the desire we had to know Him.When we turned off Hancock Street onto Elm Avenue we fellsilent. We walked maybe a block, and then we said to one another,"Did you feel that, too?" Each of us in the deepest parts of ourhearts had sensed that God Himself had walked along with us. I cannottell you any significance for you. But I have never gotten over thethrill of knowing that one time as we talked about God He joined inthe conversation with indescribable love.
III. I KNOW I AM SAVED! EDISON STUDY, 1970 OR SOThe occasion was a seemingly totally unprovoked, simply goingabout my God-called task. There have been many times when I have"felt" close to God, or have been moved to a deep sense of gratitudefor His blessings. But this day as I sat at my desk it "dawned on me"with sheer and deep persuasion of joy that I knew I was accepted, thatI was saved. That is the only way I can describe the assurance. I donot try to catalogue the experience as being "saved" or "sanctified,"for I am sure I had been saved a long time before.I would give a lot to have that experience repeated over and over--and there certainly are times when I "feel" anything but right withGod. But that afternoon I *knew* and the memory of that certitude isprecious indeed.Experience is not the be-all and end-all of faith. Experience isnot to be trusted apart from scripture and from covenant-making faith.But experience is a powerful witness in the journey with God.
IV. THE ROAD TO EMMAUS, THEN AND NOWTHE OCCASION: SEE LUKE 24They were sadThey were discouragedThey were sinfully behind in their faith . . . butunderstandably so--no different from what I would have been, I'm sureJesus was:A companion in their walkHe was an explainer of Himself in the scripturesHe revealed Himself in the breaking of breadThis experience brought:New joy, great assuranceA desire to share the seeds of the church that continue to this day
Many times I think that I am that new Christian, that teenager,running to Jesus-- seeing if I can find Him and use Him to make me asuper Christian.And other times I think-- yes, I am still running! I stilldon't know a great deal about being near. But then I quiet my mindand think:Where, do you suppose, is Jesus right this very minute?
There is a beautiful church in a central city square, CopleySquare, in Boston-- Trinity Church, Episcopal. On one side of thechurch, facing a little park, is a statue of Trinity Church's mostfamous pastor, Phillips Brooks. Phillips Brooks was a noted preacher,a silver-tongued orator that held hundreds spellbound each Sunday.But he is best known for a Christmas carol that you have probably sungmany times, "O Little Town of Bethlehem."The statue of the pastor is notable because there are actuallytwo figures in the statuary, and the pastor is the smaller of the two.He is standing in his pulpit, this figure of Phillips Brooks, with hishand on the Bible, but the larger figure, a hooded figure of theChrist, is standing just behind Phillips Brooks, and Christ has hishand on the shoulder of the man in the pulpit. There is a message Iget every time I see this statue, and even every time I think aboutit. For I know that whenever I think about it, the Presence is there!In the dark, in the sunshine, in the cold of winter, in the heat, thePresence is there backing up that pastor!I suppose I'm still running to Jesus! Not, now, to see if Hewill make me super-Christian, so that I can do great things. Butbecause I need Him! And He has promised never to leave me, and thatif I need Him, He'll come where I am.
Lord Jesus, thank you you are here!
THE PRESENCE
Hebrews 11:6
I have not always been a good Christian. I have been an utterly sincereChristian. One thing that I did, shortly after I made a 're-commitment' at ageseventeen, has become a symbol in my own mind of my entire relationship withGod across the years.I ran, physically, after God, trying to reach Him, to find Him, to comenear to Him.
Maybe I had an over-simplified, even arrogant idea about being aChristian. I had the idea that now that I am a Christian, I will give iteverything I have, and I'll be a pretty good one! I'll be spiritual! I'llget my prayers through, and I'll do everything I know and be a credit to Godand the church.What's wrong with that? There are a lot of "I's"in that thought, aren't there?Anyway, I ran after God, literally. Maybe more than once-- but Iremember one time vividly-- it was in a bit of woods, no one else around tosee or hear.
I prayed, I called, finally I got up and simply ran, hoping thatthe energy would bring me closer to God.Maybe I am still running after God! Maybe sometimes I need to run. ButI have been discovering these past 60+ years that God is near when I realizethat He is near-- and that God is near even when I do NOT realize that He isnear.It isn't bad to run to God. James tells us, "Draw near to God, and Hewill draw near to you!" Perhaps it is even all right to go running after Him.But I'm not sure that it is necessary, or that a physical nearness is whatJames means at all.
I. DISCOVERING ISAIAH 41:10I discovered Isaiah 41:10 on the way to Eastern Nazarene Collegein early September, 1949, in the Durkee's new Plymouth. The occasionwas evening bible reading. I didn't know where I was, but God notonly knew, He let me know that He knew.A few weeks later in the jail in Wareham (my two room mates and I hadbeen dropped off in the middle of the night, a college prank on freshman, andactually a kindly police sergeant offered us the use of his brand-new jailcells- 1949) it stood me in good stead.
II. THE WALK TO THE HAMBURGER STANDDid you ever have God slip up beside you, like the Emmausstory tells? One night three college boys decided about 10 p.m. to gofor a hamburger in the only place (then) in North Quincy that wasopen-- a diner across from Sacred Heart Church. We talked of anythingand everything, but somehow on the walk home the conversation turnedto God, and to the desire we had to know Him.When we turned off Hancock Street onto Elm Avenue we fellsilent. We walked maybe a block, and then we said to one another,"Did you feel that, too?" Each of us in the deepest parts of ourhearts had sensed that God Himself had walked along with us. I cannottell you any significance for you. But I have never gotten over thethrill of knowing that one time as we talked about God He joined inthe conversation with indescribable love.
III. I KNOW I AM SAVED! EDISON STUDY, 1970 OR SOThe occasion was a seemingly totally unprovoked, simply goingabout my God-called task. There have been many times when I have"felt" close to God, or have been moved to a deep sense of gratitudefor His blessings. But this day as I sat at my desk it "dawned on me"with sheer and deep persuasion of joy that I knew I was accepted, thatI was saved. That is the only way I can describe the assurance. I donot try to catalogue the experience as being "saved" or "sanctified,"for I am sure I had been saved a long time before.I would give a lot to have that experience repeated over and over--and there certainly are times when I "feel" anything but right withGod. But that afternoon I *knew* and the memory of that certitude isprecious indeed.Experience is not the be-all and end-all of faith. Experience isnot to be trusted apart from scripture and from covenant-making faith.But experience is a powerful witness in the journey with God.
IV. THE ROAD TO EMMAUS, THEN AND NOWTHE OCCASION: SEE LUKE 24They were sadThey were discouragedThey were sinfully behind in their faith . . . butunderstandably so--no different from what I would have been, I'm sureJesus was:A companion in their walkHe was an explainer of Himself in the scripturesHe revealed Himself in the breaking of breadThis experience brought:New joy, great assuranceA desire to share the seeds of the church that continue to this day
Many times I think that I am that new Christian, that teenager,running to Jesus-- seeing if I can find Him and use Him to make me asuper Christian.And other times I think-- yes, I am still running! I stilldon't know a great deal about being near. But then I quiet my mindand think:Where, do you suppose, is Jesus right this very minute?
There is a beautiful church in a central city square, CopleySquare, in Boston-- Trinity Church, Episcopal. On one side of thechurch, facing a little park, is a statue of Trinity Church's mostfamous pastor, Phillips Brooks. Phillips Brooks was a noted preacher,a silver-tongued orator that held hundreds spellbound each Sunday.But he is best known for a Christmas carol that you have probably sungmany times, "O Little Town of Bethlehem."The statue of the pastor is notable because there are actuallytwo figures in the statuary, and the pastor is the smaller of the two.He is standing in his pulpit, this figure of Phillips Brooks, with hishand on the Bible, but the larger figure, a hooded figure of theChrist, is standing just behind Phillips Brooks, and Christ has hishand on the shoulder of the man in the pulpit. There is a message Iget every time I see this statue, and even every time I think aboutit. For I know that whenever I think about it, the Presence is there!In the dark, in the sunshine, in the cold of winter, in the heat, thePresence is there backing up that pastor!I suppose I'm still running to Jesus! Not, now, to see if Hewill make me super-Christian, so that I can do great things. Butbecause I need Him! And He has promised never to leave me, and thatif I need Him, He'll come where I am.
Lord Jesus, thank you you are here!
Monday, July 9, 2007
A Renewal Weekend Agenda
Renewal Weekend Agenda
'Be Renewed in the Spirit of your Mind'
Ephesians 4:23-32
I. A Renewed Attitude "Humility"
"made new in the attitudeof your minds" 4:23
A Commitment to SEEKING God
II. A Renewed Relationship "Kindneess"
A Celebration of Family- as dealy loved children
III. A Renewed Energy "Covenant"
A Covenental Connection (Hymnal 484)
IV. A Renewed Assurance "Adequacy"
A Promise: Abide in Me and bear MUCH Fruit!
Abiding - Asking
V. A Renewed Conversation
"...do not let any unwholesom talk come out of your mouths" 4:29
Not one word of un-love! of dis-interested information (gossip)
Not even bearing malice IN THE HEART
Saturday, July 7, 2007
It's a "Destination"!
I saw yesterday on the 'net that Cape Cod is listed as one of the top ten 'destinations' in the country. This year I think it must be #1 according to the traffic. Two bridges- two lanes each- bring more people than you can imagine-- sometimes five miles of cars moving at a walking speed to get on-- or on Sunday afternoons, to get off.
The Cape IS beautiful- and yet there are some secrets-- (1) it has a lousy spring-- the water surrounding keeps the air coool and dank. (2) It has a beautiful summer (same reason.) But (3) October is the most beautiful month of all-- the surrounding water keeps a lingering, lucious autumn- and most of the toursist have gone.
Maybe we'll still be here in October . . .
The Cape IS beautiful- and yet there are some secrets-- (1) it has a lousy spring-- the water surrounding keeps the air coool and dank. (2) It has a beautiful summer (same reason.) But (3) October is the most beautiful month of all-- the surrounding water keeps a lingering, lucious autumn- and most of the toursist have gone.
Maybe we'll still be here in October . . .
Monday, July 2, 2007
The Willis Americar
It was about 1952, Christmas break from college. It was 800 miles from Boston to Akron, and this was before the Interstate, so getting home for Christmas was basically 24 hours on US 20 right through the towns like Albany and Syracuse and skirting Buffalo and the lake-snow belt.
Somewhere along the way the Willis had appeared. I still don't have a clue who offered it for sale- and I had never seen one up close before-- but for $65.00- a considerable sum for a part-time taxi driver- it was all mine. I think it was 1936 vintage.
The Willis was called the American Austin- just like other cars but smaller-- way before its time. It was streamlined, and instead of a hood, the whole front end lifted tilted up from the windhield forward. A two-seater, it was SMALL!
Ray Taylor, Helen, and I set outat midday to make the trip to Ohio-- three squeezed so tightly it was dificult toshift. Painful. The trunk was jammed full, but there was a sloping rear winscreen and shelf behind the two little seats, so Ray and I persuaded Helen to ride up there behind us, like on a very very small bunk. That lasted for, maybe, half an hour and then total claustraphobiua set in and we were back to sardine time.
Forty-fine was a good speed- and I noticed that going UP the hills the Willis had a tendency to sputter and lose power. It became a source of worry before we reach Albany, maybe five hours out. So we stopped at a roadside filling station. It "so happened" that the man who owned the station was a top mechanic and he soon discovered that there was a pinbhole radiator leak that was spraying a tiny bit of water back over the spark plugs only when the car was going up hill at a rather steep incline. He brazed a patch over the leak right there- little or no charge and that problem, at least, was solved, and on we drove through the night. And morning. And day. And snow. And all-- cramped. I hated the tension in wondering if my $65.oo car was going to get to Ohio.
So I couldn't understand after Christmas why both Ray and Helen decided to take the bus back to Boston. The ride back to school for me was solo. It was another adventure i I won't gop into. But as soon as I got back to school I sold the car- for $65.00- to Raymond Thorpe, who later was a missionarty to South ASfrica-- we called him "Gifty" for some reason. Gifty fixed up the little Willis and drove it bacxk and forth to Ohio many times.
I have a picture of this amazing little car somewhere. No insurance. What a way t0 go back then!
Somewhere along the way the Willis had appeared. I still don't have a clue who offered it for sale- and I had never seen one up close before-- but for $65.00- a considerable sum for a part-time taxi driver- it was all mine. I think it was 1936 vintage.
The Willis was called the American Austin- just like other cars but smaller-- way before its time. It was streamlined, and instead of a hood, the whole front end lifted tilted up from the windhield forward. A two-seater, it was SMALL!
Ray Taylor, Helen, and I set outat midday to make the trip to Ohio-- three squeezed so tightly it was dificult toshift. Painful. The trunk was jammed full, but there was a sloping rear winscreen and shelf behind the two little seats, so Ray and I persuaded Helen to ride up there behind us, like on a very very small bunk. That lasted for, maybe, half an hour and then total claustraphobiua set in and we were back to sardine time.
Forty-fine was a good speed- and I noticed that going UP the hills the Willis had a tendency to sputter and lose power. It became a source of worry before we reach Albany, maybe five hours out. So we stopped at a roadside filling station. It "so happened" that the man who owned the station was a top mechanic and he soon discovered that there was a pinbhole radiator leak that was spraying a tiny bit of water back over the spark plugs only when the car was going up hill at a rather steep incline. He brazed a patch over the leak right there- little or no charge and that problem, at least, was solved, and on we drove through the night. And morning. And day. And snow. And all-- cramped. I hated the tension in wondering if my $65.oo car was going to get to Ohio.
So I couldn't understand after Christmas why both Ray and Helen decided to take the bus back to Boston. The ride back to school for me was solo. It was another adventure i I won't gop into. But as soon as I got back to school I sold the car- for $65.00- to Raymond Thorpe, who later was a missionarty to South ASfrica-- we called him "Gifty" for some reason. Gifty fixed up the little Willis and drove it bacxk and forth to Ohio many times.
I have a picture of this amazing little car somewhere. No insurance. What a way t0 go back then!
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