It was a pleasure to be able to share with you in The Wheel on the Bus, Part 1 the wonderful story of generosity and good providence we experienced when our bus had mechanical issues. Little did we know that we would be in store for another experience shortly after that which would teach us even more about the strange beauty of providence and that God works through so many avenues that we may never expect!
We had a long drive from Renton, WA to Albany, OR one fateful Saturday afternoon. We knew it would be a long trip, so we planned many rest breaks along the way for the kids. They are all resilient and patient travelers, but they did appreciate the breaks. We stopped just North of Vancouver, WA before the last 2-hour leg of our tour.
About 15 minutes in to driving South, I felt a strong burst from the rear of the bus, and heard a noise to match. I thought I blew a tire, and I slowed down to make my way off of the next exit. As I continued, the wobbling became increasingly more violent, and the noise seemed to indicate that the damage was more severe than just a blown tire.
I was able to reach the end of the off-ramp, and turned on to the next street with hope of finding a safe place to park the bus and see about repairing the wheel. As I turned, the wobbling of the wheels let me know for certain that we had not just blown a tire—as I searched for a large driveway or public space, one of the left-side dual wheels fell completely off of the bus. I of course pulled in to the next parking lot I saw, of a small unmarked building just about 50 yards from the off-ramp. As I crested the driveway, the second of the left-side rear dual wheels came free from the bus and became wedged under the frame of us the bus, bringing us to a complete stop.
I told the kids to stay put and that everything was fine (they knew better), and got out to survey the damage. I recovered the lost wheel from the street, and by the time I got back to the bus, we had drawn a crowd from the folks who were in the small, unmarked building we had unwittingly chosen to visit. They offered to help us in any way they could, but at that time I didn’t know what that would even be yet!

The bus with one dual wheel missing and the other wedged under the frame

All of the studs were busted clean off!
After some assistance on the phone from AAA Emergency Roadside Service and the features on my GPS device, I was able to find a towing service that could tow us that evening (and to note: they did a masterful job–imagine getting our rig on to a flatbed with 1 set of wheels missing), and a shop that could get us squared away as soon as we could get the bus to them. Now that just left us with the small matter of making the last 2 hours of our journey down to Albany and our new host families anxiously awaiting our arrival and performance the next morning. . .
. . . I called the pastor of the church and explained our situation. I had a few solutions in mind of how to get us to Albany (all costly and inefficient), but he interrupted me before I could mention them—he said to me, “Well, we’ve got a 22-passenger shuttle here at the church, and we could come and pick you up. Does that work?” I of course was dumbfounded. This was our 30th church of the tour, and the 1st to own a vehicle of this size. I could already see the machinery of providence in motion.
It would be about 2 hours and 30 minutes before they would be able to reach us, so that just left us with the matter of what to do with the choir until they arrived.
It turned out that the small, unmarked building we arrived at just so happened to be a Share House (Share Vancouver), and they had community space available for us—places for us to rest, watch a movie, and have a meal. They welcomed us in and drove us personally to go pick up dinner for the kids. As the evening progressed, more folks who were involved with the Share House programs returned, and were obviously surprised to see their guests! After we ate, we had the kids sing a few songs for the kind folks at the Share House.

Singing at the Share House
They were blown away and of course immediately fell in love with the kids. They were sad to see us go when we finally were on our way!
It is clear to all of us that God worked in his strange manner to deliver us to the Share House in Hazel Dell, Vancouver, to share our gifts with them. We are so thankful to all the great and welcoming people we found there and we hope that we were able to return the blessing they gave to us.
I’m very pleased to share with you that we of course made it all the way to Albany safely, and were able to fulfill all of our performing commitments in Oregon. Under these circumstances, we have faith that God protected our safety as our vehicle failed us–the wheels could have come off much more violently, causing a major accident. We also have faith that God’s presence guided our vehicle to the place it did, to meet the people that we did. We also have faith that God even protected our time & money, because if our exposed hub had dragged on the concrete for even the shortest of distances, our repairs could have taken many days and cost 5x as much as they did. We are Thankful for God’s merciful hand for all of these reasons.
Our bus was repaired in a timely and thorough manner, and in the meantime a special Thanks needs to be given to Derwood from First Church of God in Albany, who drove all the way to pick us up, and then brought us all up to Beaverton the next day! Our kids could not do what we have been called here to do without your generous giving of time and energy. As I mentioned in church that day, sometimes the answer to prayer is something as simple as driving a bus for a couple hours. Thank you Derwood!

Derwood and the kids--Thank You so much!
We are so very glad to now be driving a bus we can trust, and for these experiences that teach us about how sovereign God really is, and that we can relax & have confidence in his providence and orchestration of this tour—and our lives.