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Getting a Ride from Matt Ogletree   3 comments

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Belgrade, Montana

This is from Matt Ogletree’s Facebook page (11 November); Matt gave me a ride from Gallatin Gateway to Belgrade, Montana two days ago:

TIME- Just as we return from the 20 mile delivery and are about to turn on our road, I see a guy walking down the highway. He has the biggest camping pack on I’ve ever seen, looked to well over 100lbs., near approaching a couple hundred pounds! Too bad for him, I had a list of reasons why I couldn’t give him a ride, 1. going wrong direction. 2. in truck so no room in tiny cab with lots of stuff. 3. I’m starving and dinner is going in the oven as we pull in. 4. I just went out of my way to bless someone in need, and was tired now. 5. Someone will see him and pick him up with the gigantic bag nearly crushing him. 6. I’m still getting over this flu, wouldn’t want to get him sick. (I think I had a few more, but they slip my mind.)

It was around the tenth excuse that I realized what I was doing. I was literally in a tooth and nail battle with the Holy Spirit! I just asked publicly and privately for a re invigoration of my Spirit of generosity, and I’d already reached my daily limit? I felt like a turd momentarily, then I set in motion the wheels of obedience.

“B.J., could you please start dinner while I get the car and see if that guy needs a ride?”

“Absolutely Daddy, Love you,” was B.J.’s answer.

So I proceeded to pick up and give a ride to Belgrade, one awesome guy- Tim Shey. He is one of us, a devout follower of Christ and seeker of His will. He has been hitchhiking 17 solid years, covering 38 states. While on the road, he authored two books. He highly recommended that I and my friends read, “HIGH PLAINS DRIFTER”. It’s his book, available at Belgrade Community Library and West Yellowstone Library. He told me of his favorite movies: Gladiator, Man on Fire, and more, but all movies where the protagonist gave his life for a cause greater than themselves. He said that we are to remember Christ’s sacrifice and daily offer up our lives to Him in sacrifice. Tim spoke on Kid’s Ministry, and how as adults we should just read Scripture to them. Let the Holy Spirit work and just give them the Word of God. He was concerned that some adults get caught up when they can’t explain things in a way kids understand or kids just won’t get it. Don’t worry about that whatsoever, said Tim, just offer it to them. I dropped him at McDonalds with Prayer, Blessings, Dinner Money, A business card so that he won’t have to thumb it next time he passes our way, and genuine kinship with another traveling brother of mine.

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Posted November 12, 2013 by Tim Shey in Uncategorized

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Passing Through Belgrade, Montana   2 comments

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22 August 2013

Yesterday I hitchhiked from Idaho Falls, Idaho through West Yellowstone and Big Sky to Belgrade, Montana.  I got a ride from Four Corners to Belgrade with a guy named Nate.  He was going to a Bible study.  We had a good talk about the things of God, he bought me a Quarter Pounder Meal at McDonald’s and he dropped me off at the library.

After the library, I walked to Mike’s place.  I hadn’t seen Mike since around 2009.  I guess I caught him at the right time because he was going to North Dakota and Kansas in a couple of days to see some relatives.  Mike has a lot of books in his house and I noticed a few books by Watchman Nee that I wanted to take a look at, but I was too tired.  I slept on the couch last night and got a good night’s sleep.

This morning I went back to the library in Belgrade, got on the Internet and checked my two blogs and email.  Just before I left the library, I looked up my book High Plains Drifter on the card catalog.  I was pleasantly surprised to see that the Belgrade library had purchased a copy of my book.  Two or three years ago, I had mentioned my book to somebody at the Belgrade library, but I didn’t know that they had bought a copy.

After I left the library, I walked to the supermarket and bought a loaf of bread.  I walked to I-90 and began walking west down the interstate.

I had walked around three miles when someone pulled over to give me a ride.  His name was Daniel and he gave me a ride to Butte.

Daniel was a Christian and he told me that he had heard about me and my book High Plains Drifter.  He said that about a week ago, he was at someone’s house at Hebgen Lake and they were talking about this guy who hitchhiked and had written a book called High Plains Drifter.  I was a bit surprised to hear that because High Plains Drifter has not sold many copies, but the book has been at the West Yellowstone library for at least a few years now.  Hebgen Lake is between West Yellowstone and Big Sky.

Daniel and I had a good talk about the things of God and he also gave me some of his lunch.  I told Daniel that my book High Plains Drifter was now in four libraries in Montana (Forsyth, Columbus, West Yellowstone and Belgrade).  If the Lord has seen fit to find a home for my book in four libraries in Montana, maybe the Lord will give me a home in Montana someday.

Daniel dropped me off in Butte, gave me some money for the road and I headed west on I-90.  I was very grateful for what had transpired that day in Belgrade, Montana.

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A Few Days in the Life of a Hitchhiker   3 comments

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Tetonia, Idaho

A few days ago, I hitchhiked from Riverton through Dubois to Jackson, Wyoming.  I then got a couple of rides over Teton Pass to Driggs, Idaho.

I was standing on the side of the road in Driggs when this pickup pulled over.  I got in and a guy named Steve drove me to Tetonia.  Steve said that I could stay for supper.  I met his girlfriend, Lynette.  I was able to shower and wash my clothes.  They also gave me a big supper; I was very grateful.

Steve, Lynette and myself had some intense fellowship.  Steve told me that he never picks up hitchhikers, but that when he saw me, he had to pull over and give me a ride.  Lynette told me that she took a lot of drugs in her younger days and the memory of those days sometimes haunted her.  Recently, the Lord kept showing her the numbers “747”.  Finally, she came across Luke 7: 47 in the Bible:

“Wherefore I say unto thee, Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is forgiven, the same loveth little.”

I told Lynette that if she abides in Christ, those past sins are gone because she is washed in the Blood of Jesus.

Steve and Lynette let me stay at their place that night.  The next day I got a ride from Tetonia to Bozeman, Montana.  From Bozeman, I got two rides to Big Timber on I-90.  From Big Timber, I walked around four miles east and then got a ride to Columbus with a guy who was going back to work in the oil patch in North Dakota.  I slept near the Yellowstone River in some pasture south of Columbus that night; the dew was very heavy.

The next day I hitchhiked through Absarokee and Roscoe to Red Lodge.  There were a lot of people on motorcycles that day–maybe they were going to the biker rally in Sturgis, South Dakota.

From Red Lodge I got a couple of rides to Cody, Wyoming.  My last ride that day was with an older lady from Cody to Thermopolis.  I slept outside someplace on the south side of town; even though it had been very warm that day, it cooled down very well that night.

This morning I walked two miles and got a ride with a pastor from Thermopolis; his name was David.  We had some good fellowship all the way to Shoshoni.  He was going to visit some friends in a hospital in Greeley, Colorado.  Before David dropped me off in Shoshoni, we had a short time of prayer and then I hit the road.

Sometimes the Lord foreshadows something that He is going to do.  When I got dropped off in Thermop, I went to fill up my water bottle.  These two guys at the gas station walked up to me and kicked me down a couple of bucks.  They wished me the best in my travels.  The one guy had done some hitchhiking a few years ago.  I then walked a few blocks and these two guys in a car pulled over and talked with me for a few minutes–they asked me about my hitchhiking.  It was very positive.

The Presence of God was very strong while I slept under the stars last night.  I knew that the Lord was up to something.  This morning, David and I had a good talk about certain scriptures and the things of God.  It was very edifying.  I am very grateful how the Lord puts people in my path.

Luke 10: 16:  “He that heareth you heareth me; and he that despiseth you despiseth me; and he that despiseth me despiseth him that sent me.”

A Week in the Life of a Hitchhiker

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“Don’t be overwise; fling yourself straight into life, without deliberation; don’t be afraid – the flood will bear you to the bank and set you safe on your feet again.”

–Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Deja Vu   2 comments

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25 July 2013

Earlier today I was standing on the side of the road north of Ashton, Idaho. I stood there thumbing for a ride for around two hours. Then this car pulled over onto the shoulder. I put my backpack in the back of the car and got in the front.

The guy who gave me a ride was Nick and he was 23 years old. He was coming from Pocatello, Idaho and heading back to Bozeman, Montana. We talked about a lot of things. He was glad to help out a hitchhiker.

When we were going through this canyon somewhere south of Big Sky, Montana, Nick looked at me and said, “Deja vu.”

I replied, “What?”

“Deja vu. I had a dream this past winter. In the dream, I was driving through some town like Ashton and I picked up this hitchhiker. He was an older guy; I really didn’t see his face. He was wearing a shirt that had North Face printed on it. When I saw the North Face logo on your shirt, I remembered the dream.”

I was wearing a light blue shirt that had the The North Face logo printed on the upper left corner.

I told Nick that his dream and his picking me up in Ashton was a confirmation that we were definitely in God’s will; I was supposed to be in Montana at this time.

I then told Nick that, a number of years ago, I was hitchhiking south of Grangeville, Idaho and this guy picked me up. We were driving through this canyon when he said, “We’ve been here before.”  And then I said, “Deja vu?” He had had a dream a while back where he picked me up hitchhiking; it was a positive dream. We drove all the way to Fruitland, Idaho where he dropped me off.

Nick drove to Four Corners near Bozeman and dropped me off at a gas station. We shook hands and I headed to Belgrade.

The Lord definitely knows how to put people in your path.

Hitchhiking South of Grangeville, Idaho
Getting a Ride with Hans and Joke Grutter
South of Stanley, Idaho

Posted July 26, 2013 by Tim Shey in Uncategorized

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A Disciple of Christ   16 comments

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20 May 2013

Yesterday I hitchhiked from Rocker (Butte) to Lolo, Montana via Anaconda, Philipsburg, Drummond and Missoula.  Last night I found a place to sleep a couple of miles west of Lolo near U.S. 12. This morning I got a ride from west of Lolo over Lolo Pass to Lowell, Idaho.

I walked a few miles and then got a ride with a guy named Pete. Pete spoke with a thick, eastern European accent.  I asked him if he was from Russia.  He told me that he was originally from Romania.  We had an intense talk. Pete was a Christian and we both agreed that there is too much sin in the United States and this is why Obama is in the White House.

I asked Pete if he had heard of the Prophet Dimitru Duduman.  He told me that he knew about Duduman (Duduman was from Romania). I have read most of Duduman’s testimony and his prophetic warnings.  Duduman said that because of the sins of abortion and homosexuality that America was going to burn.  Duduman began to warn America back in the 1980s. Pete told me that he did not call himself a Christian, but a disciple of Christ.  He thought that the label “Christian” has been watered down too much and that there are too many worldly Christians in America.  Pete spoke forcefully in the power of the Holy Ghost.  I knew that it was Providential that Pete gave me a ride.

I think it is interesting how the Lord sets up certain rides.  The ride from Lolo to Lowell was with a young woman.  She told me that she would give me a ride to Kooskia.  When she got to Lowell, she decided to stop there, go to the convenience store and then turn back to Missoula.  If she had taken me to Kooskia, I would have missed Pete.

The ride with Pete reminded me of the ride I got with an older lady last August in northern California.  She kept repeating “This is Sodom! This is Sodom!”  Pete told me that Christians should leave Los Angeles, San Francisco, Las Vegas and Chicago because of God’s wrath to come.  He said that New Orleans will never be rebuilt the way it was before Hurricane Katrina because of the wickedness in that city. The Lord puts people in your path for a reason.

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Jeremiah 15: 1-3:  “Then said the LORD unto me, Though Moses and Samuel stood before me, yet my mind could not be toward this people: cast them out of my sight, and let them go forth.  And it shall come to pass, if they say unto thee, Whither shall we go forth? then thou shalt tell them, Thus saith the LORD; Such as are for death, to death; and such as are for the sword, to the sword; and such as are for the famine, to the famine; and such as are for the captivity, to the captivity.  And I will appoint over them four kinds, saith the LORD: the sword to slay, and the dogs to tear, and the fowls of the heaven, and the beasts of the earth, to devour and destroy.”

Jeremiah 15: 6-7:  “Thou hast forsaken me, saith the LORD, thou art gone backward: therefore will I stretch out my hand against thee, and destroy thee; I am weary with repenting.  And I will fan them with a fan in the gates of the land; I will bereave them of children, I will destroy my people, since they return not from their ways.”

Footsteps in the Deep
Homeward Bound
A Timely Sermon
Old Ghosts

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Never The Same – Michelle Krubeck   4 comments

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About a week ago I was walking south of Four Corners, Montana (near Bozeman) and this guy named Bret picked me up. He was a Christian and we had some very good fellowship all the way to West Yellowstone. We stopped in West Yellowstone and he had me listen to this CD by Michelle Krubeck. It is an incredible testimony of the Lord’s protection.
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“The first gulp from the glass of natural sciences will turn you into an atheist, but at the bottom of the glass God is waiting for you.”

–Werner Heisenberg (Father of Quantum Physics)

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Jesus Could Save Them From the Radiation
Prophets and Quantum Physicists
God’s Frequency vs. Satan’s Frequency (Mark Taylor)

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Egypt is Burning   Leave a comment

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Yesterday I hitchhiked from Jackson, Wyoming to Bozeman to Columbus, Montana. I got some fast rides; the Presence of God was very strong all day. Last night I slept on a stack of lumber at the Timberweld place in Columbus. While I was laying in my sleeping bag, I began to compose “Egypt is Burning” in my mind. This morning I finished composing the poem at the McDonald’s here in Columbus.
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Egypt is Burning
By Tim Shey
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Sons of Ishmael,
The Scriptures have come full circle.
The angel of the Lord said
He would be a wild man.
Abraham’s firstborn was Isaac.
Mount Moriah pointed towards Calvary.
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Malachi said:
Was not Esau Jacob’s brother?
The Lord said:
Jacob I loved, Esau I hated.
Cain murdered Abel;
Joseph was hated by his brothers.
Jesus was killed
In the house of his friends.
Hagar’s offspring mocks
The Messiah to this day.
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Egypt is burning.
Isaiah walks naked among you.
Your sin and rebellion is
Broadcast twenty-four seven
On FOX and CNN.
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Israel is no longer Jacob:
He has power
With God and men.
Who can resist God’s will?
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The Lord is transforming
The bloody Middle East.
Shiloh is here in power:
He couches as an old lion.
The Tribe of Judah
Rules in Zion.
The City of David
Is a state of rest:
The Book of Hebrews, Chapter Four.
Those who abide in Him
Are already in New Jeru-Salem.
All you have to do
Is meditate on Genesis 49: 10.
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Who is this
That cometh from Edom?
His Cross is splattered in red.
Egypt is burning.
I will tread them
In mine anger.
Egypt is burning.
The handmaid despised Sarai.
Egypt is burning.
Do not reject
His Precious Blood.
Egypt is burning.
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Genesis 49: 10
Islam is Slavery
Bereshith
Egypt is Burning
A Sign in Paris
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Two Pleasant Surprises: High Plains Drifter Revisited   3 comments

Dreams from the LORD 2007-2010
17 November 2010

About five days ago I was hitchhiking south of Columbus, Montana and this guy picked me up. He drove me to Absarokee.

I told him that I had been hitchhiking for a number of years. I also said that my book High Plains Drifter was published two years ago. He said that a friend of his from Forsyth, Montana saw my book at the public library there and had read it. I never told him that my book was at the library in Forsyth. That was a pleasant surprise.

18 November 2010

This morning I hitchhiked from Victor, Idaho to Wilson, Wyoming. I got dropped off at this gas station in Wilson and I bought a candy bar there. As I walked through Wilson heading towards Jackson, I saw this guy walking to his vehicle that was parked on the shoulder. He looked at me and I looked at him; I thought I recognized him.

He pointed at me and I walked up to him and said something like, “I know you. You’re the guy from Scotland.” (Actually, I think his dad was from Scotland.)

We shook hands and hugged each other. His name was Ian. Ian had picked me up about a year ago and he took me to his place in Wilson and we had a cup of tea; we had a great talk. I think Ian has picked me up twice coming out of Jackson.

So Ian and I were talking and he said, “I read your book and loved it!”

“What?!” I exclaimed. “Wow, no one has ever said that to me before. Thanks. I hope you got something out of it.”

Ian told me that a friend of his bought a copy of High Plains Drifter for him.

We talked for a while longer and then he said that he and his friend were going up to Teton Pass to go skiing. We shook hands and parted company.

God’s timing is always perfect. I could have gotten a ride from Victor to Jackson, but no, the Lord had me dropped off in Wilson instead. It was good to see Ian again. I am guessing I will run into him again in the near future.

An American Pilgrim: Some Reflections on High Plains Drifter
Book Review:  High Plains Drifter
High Plains Drifter (typescript)

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This is from my Author’s Note page, High Plains Drifter:  A Hitchhiking Journey Across America:

“It was the will of my heavenly Father to hitchhike in thirty-nine states.  I did some hitchhiking in 1986 and 1987 and also from 1996 to 2000.   In that time I went coast to coast fourteen times.  The shortest time on the road was three days; the longest time on the road was eight months.  There were times when I was forced to take a bus (like in Wyoming because hitchhiking is illegal); sometimes I would take a bus in cold weather or someone would buy me a ticket to help me out.  But for the most part, hitchhiking made up 99% of my travels throughout the United States.

“I was able to share my faith in the Lord Jesus Christ with countless people, the Lord taught me many things on the road and much spiritual bondage was broken on my journey (hitchhiking itself is a type of fasting and prayer).

“I am eternally grateful that the Lord protected me and provided for me in my travels.  Because of my hitchhiking experiences, I have come to the conclusion that there are no accidents in the Kingdom of Heaven; God’s timing is absolutely perfect.  With God all things are possible—like hitchhiking through a blizzard in the panhandle of Texas.”

Tim Shey’s website:
http://www.wallsofjericho.50megs.com

On a Ranch near Ennis, Montana   1 comment

This is a story of my staying on a ranch for a couple of nights in southwest Montana.

This past week I was hitchhiking in Montana and I ended up in Ennis. I went to the library and typed up some stuff on my Digihitch blog and then I walked to the Exxon gas station.

I was inside the convenience store buying something to eat, when this older man walked up to me and asked, “Are you the traveler? Is that your backpack out front?”

I said, “Yeah.”

His name was Arthur and he said that he had done some hitchhiking in his younger days. He was originally from San Diego and did a lot of surfing at one time. Arthur used to hitchhike with a guitar. He asked me if I needed a place to stay for a while. He told me he needed some work done on his ranch and that he had a bad back; he had been in a real serious car crash years ago.

So I told him that that would be great and that I would like to work for him.  I grabbed my backpack and we drove around six miles to his ranch. He had a housemate named Hal who had lived there for five years; Hal was married and divorced and pretty much retired. Arthur used to be a miner years ago.

I fed the horses hay and grain while I was there. Arthur and I hauled some garbage to the local dump and we did a lot of cleaning up of some trash in the house and rearranging some boxes for storage.

I ended up staying two nights and then hit the road. I hitchhiked south and made it to Driggs, Idaho where I met up with a friend. I stayed at he and his wife’s place in Drummond last night.

Yesterday, I checked my email and Arthur sent me a very kind and thoughtful note; here it is below:

(20 December 2009)

“Hello Saw man we are glad in the lord and holy power for leading you to us. We are very much lovers of good men who follow the path in life that few dare to seek, I find in you the good warm energy that god has bestowed upon you, follow your path no one else can, and remember us in your prayers we shall forever be in your kindness and have no regrets for the time you and we shared with you. Be always welcome in our tee pee. We enjoyed you and the god & man energy to shared with us. Have a safe and full filled life and some day return to us that we may share what god has given us to share with his chosen few. you are special in our hearts and minds so be good to yourself and we will not judge you but find in you faith to carry on and struggle with our human condition and remain thankfull to god first and the life of mammon second.
your friends Arthur And Harold.
ps glad you liked my cooking. pax goldbear”

[“Sawman” was my nickname when I was working at Hanson Lumber Company in Ames, Iowa.  “Sawman” is also my username on Digihitch.com.]

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“No man has hired us
With pocketed hands
And lowered faces
We stand about in open places
And shiver in unlit rooms.
Only the wind moves
Over empty fields, untilled
Where the plough rests at an angle
To the furrow. In this land
There shall be one cigarette to two men,
To two women one half pint of bitter
Ale.  In this land
No man has hired us.
Our life is unwelcome, our death
Unmentioned in ‘The Times.'”

“When the Stranger says: ‘What is the meaning of this city?
Do you huddle close together because you love each other?’
What will you answer? ‘We all dwell together
To make money from each other’? or ‘This is a community’?
And the Stranger will depart and return to the desert.
O my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger,
Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions.”

“Remember the faith that took men from home
At the call of a wandering preacher.”

–T.S. Eliot
“Choruses from ‘The Rock'”

[Originally published by Digihitch.com]

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A Christmas Story or Junked Cars Can Be Beautiful   Leave a comment

Hitchhiking on Christmas Day from Montana to Idaho.

Dreams from the LORD 2003-2006
25 December 2006

I hitchhiked from Bozeman to Big Sky [Montana] yesterday afternoon. When I got to Big Sky it was 4:30 P.M. I walked south a few miles and soon it was nightfall.

I walked past this restaurant/bar and saw this junked car to my right. I walked up the slope to the car and it was covered with snow. I crawled inside the back and rearranged some things that were stored in it so that I could make room for me and my sleeping bag. Well, somebody who worked at the restaurant/bar saw me and told me to get out of the car; he said that I would freeze to death–it was too cold. So I rearranged what I had rearranged in the back seat of the car, hefted up my backpack onto my shoulders and made my way south down the moonlit highway towards West Yellowstone. I was complaining a little bit: I didn’t know why I had to hitchhike at night in the dead of winter in a snow-covered canyon. I knew that I was there for a reason, so I wasn’t worried or all bent out of shape about the whole situation: I knew that the Lord would not leave me stranded forty miles from nowhere when it was that cold.

Eventually, I did get a ride with a guy who was going all the way to Idaho Falls. He was driving a pickup and had his two dogs sitting in the cab with him. I was very grateful that he picked me up. The road was pretty icy going towards West Yellowstone. We got to West around 8 P.M. It was 10 degrees F. We stopped at a gas station and I kicked him down five bucks for gas and I got a hot chocolate and corn chips for the road. We continued south and the roads were still snowy and icy till we got south of Last Chance/Island Park.

As we drove through Island Park, he told me that some local Nazis burned down his log cabin (he used to live in Island Park) because he didn’t subscribe to their philosophy. So now he lived up in the Bridger Bowl area north of Bozeman; he built log cabins for a living. In my experience, there are areas in Idaho that have a lot of Nazi/white supremacist/anti-government types. I don’t like big government, but the Lord gave us human government for a reason. There are good people and bad people in government. I definitely don’t like the Nazi/white supremacist mentality. Nazism is satanic.

This guy dropped me off at the Sugar City exit and I found a camper near a construction site to sleep in. There were two or three blankets in the camper, so I was able to stay warm last night. My sleeping bag is good to around freezing, that is why when it is cold I am always looking for a haystack or a cornstalk stack or a vehicle or a building to sleep in–added protection from the bitter weather.

When Jesus was born over two thousand years ago, He was the greatest gift that God ever gave this broken, sin-sick world. There was no room at the inn, so Jesus was born in a manger in a pile of hay or straw. Wrapped in swaddling clothes. Lying in a manger because there was no room at the inn. No room at the inn. In the world system, the Kingdom of Heaven has no room at the inn. Sometimes there is room in the back seat of a junked car. Junked cars can be beautiful.

[Originally published by Digihitch.com]