The other day we were out driving when Doug remarked that there was a fan belt in the middle of the road. He observed that it was from a much older car because of its size.
Now, that brought back some memories. It would have been back in the early seventies that we broke a fan belt, in the dark, late in the night, with all the girls on board, out in the middle of nowhere. We had been in Melbourne on Salvation Army business and were still in our uniforms, the girls were curled up in the back of our station Wagon asleep. (No seat belts then!) We were travelling up the northern highway, making good time and were already half way home to Echuca when there was a loud bang from under the bonnet. We slewed to the side of the road and stopped. Now what would we do? It was pitch black outside.
When Doug stepped out of the car he saw that across the road was a Pub. It transpired that we were in the tiny hamlet of Tooborac, which, even today only has a population of 400 including the surrounding district.
Doug went over to ask if there was a mechanic around the area and would you believe there was one standing at the bar. He took Doug around the corner to his garage and again, unbelievably, he only had one fan belt in stock and it was the one we needed.
While we were reminiscing Doug told me that the mechanic had said “It’s just as well you are a Salvo, otherwise I wouldn’t have moved away from the bar for you.” “Goodness I retorted so it really was ‘Thank God for the Salvo’s’ for us. I was still thinking about the incident when this afternoon I popped into the shopping centre and saw a Salvo doing some Christmas Collecting. I gratefully emptied my purse into the collection box.
Thinking about it now, we always prayed that God would protect us on our trips. So we shouldn’t have been surprised that the fan belt blew just before we got to the pub and that waiting for us inside at the bar was a mechanic who just happened to have the right sized fan belt.
Thank You God!
The Tooborac Pub