Our team of 10 was trekking a narrow mountain path when it began to rain. Soon we were all wet and our boots covered in mud from the slippery path. As we came to a road an apple truck came by and offered us a ride. We all immediately climbed onto the truck laughing and feeling blessed that were able to get a ride.
After a few miles we were dropped at a tea stall in a small remote village. As we all climbed down a young man from the team approached me with his coat tied around his waist and a look of total fear in his eyes. “What’s wrong?” I asked. Sheepishly, he opened the jacket to reveal a huge split in his pants. My eyes grew big and my jaw dropped as I watched his brown face turn red from embarrassment. And I, being the man of compassion that I am, laughed and laughed. In fact all of us got a great laugh which did not help the guy at all but it really was funny. Then, to our amazement, directly across from the tea stall was a tailor.
Obviously God loved him more than we did because he provided a tailor in the middle of nowhere. The entire teamed marched over and snickered and laughed while the man held out his pants to the tailor from behind a curtain. One of the young women in our group showed compassion and paid for the much needed repairs.