Tomorrow morning we are slotted to depart Serbia; however, our contact notified us this morning of a little complication…
A tractor barricade.
Apparently, in this agricultural wonderland when you are upset with the government about something you do not pitch tents in the financial district; rather, you park your tractor on the highway next to you neighbors’ tractor and so on.
The city our bus departs from at noon tomorrow is normally a 30 to 45 minute drive. With the bridge to that city otherwise “occupied” the next most direct route is a fine short cut of over 200 kilometers.
Our options, as of this moment, are:
1) Drive to the barricade and hope our contacts friend, whose tractor is on the road, can convince his cronies to let us through.
2) Drive to the barricade and unload" the Americans" to walk across to be collected by a friend of our contact who’d meet us on the “other side” (PS: I can already hear the movie score for this long walk across a bridge in the middle of farmland. Does that strike anyone else as funny; a bridge in farmland?)
3) Depart EARLY tomorrow morning and hope the tractors went home for the night.
This whole debacle humors me greatly. It also encourages me. The fact that “freak out” is not even remotely on my radar is a sign that my faith has grown. I don’t know how the Lord is going to solve the riddle but I am confident He will – likely “just in time” too.
Random thought, we have been praying for a miracle for awhile. Could it be my first blog post from our next country will be about how God parted the tractor barricade like he did the Red Sea?
Tune in to find out!
