In an early morning state of delirium I flew down the road in my vehicle veering towards the taxi stand at break neck speed. In jumbled "I should still be in bed" Swahili I barked orders for two taxi drivers to follow me to the guest house.
We made it to the guest house in an astounding 10 minutes. The team was there scrambling around with luggage. Their bus to take them to the airport had broken down minutes before. Several were still sweating from trying to push the 21 seater. However, this bus was going nowhere fast; but, they had a plane to catch! Roger did his best to keep people calm and give them direction.
We quickly loaded up the 19 members of the team and their luggage in 4 vehicles- including the two taxis. Roger had a plan- "take the short-cut; save time. drive fast- follow me!" Sounded good to me. I relayed the plan to the taxi drivers. "READY?" I almost shouted feeling the adrenaline of a high speed drive to the airport!
Their faces told me everything. "We can't go that way." "WHAT!?!" I almost screeched. I had come to far to fail now in helping Roger get this team to the airport on time. "We don't have any fuel in our cars." It slowly sunk in as only things can do at 4.53 AM. "You're a taxi driver for crying out loud- how can you not have any fuel?!?" I stammered incredulously.
"We have to go the other way rafiki (friend)....where the station is located" I just blinked off into the humid Dar darkness. "uhhhh....yah......okay" I mumbled. So instead of a break-neck speed early morning adventure to the airport following Roger, we instead crept along back to the station following the taxi drivers. Then we proceeded to pain-stakingly watch precious minutes disappear as they filled their tanks.
As I sat there it hit me. These guys just weren't prepared for a 4.36 AM airport run. They failed to be ready when they were needed the most. The funny thing about the whole story is that taxi stand where I first picked them up is 30 feet from the petrol station. So close; so far. I continued to ponder the situation as only one can do at 5.10 in the morning.
It hit me again- this is just like so many Christians. God has a plan. There is a specific purpose and agenda that He is accomplishing in our lives. He has everything set. The way is marked out. The steps are ordained. "Ready?" he asks. "Ummm........not really God.....you see......" and then come the excuses fast and furious.
Here at our church we are in a 40 day Prayer Initiative where we are seeking God for His direction and purpose for 2010. I challenge the people often: "Prayer is preparation!" "Prayer is positioning your heart to be ready!" "Prayer is saying 'HERE I AM'"- even when God calls at 4.36 AM. May our hearts be filled to overflowing with a determination to do His will no matter when, where, or what He calls us to.
(In case you are wondering the team made it to the airport thanks mostly to the fact that I still had my early morning break-neck speed adventure through the streets of Dar.)