Today, our entire staff (ft and pt) headed about an hour and a half north past Elijay to an awesome cabin someone in our church owns for a day of planning and going through everyone’s questions regarding multi-site and launching our Holly Springs campus.
We had a VERY productive day. Lot’s of ideas were shared, some disagreements took place, better ideas were thought of, etc. We were literally in the middle of nowhere so we had no place to eat but we had some snack food. By about 3:00 we had discussed everything and we were ready to head out because we had not ate at all.
As we headed out, I told the guys we HAD to stop at the first gas station because I was on fumes. Preston said he was very very low as well. We headed out…
As we headed out, there had been some tension building between Tim and I throughout the day. Nothing bad, but just tension and stress that was brewing. So we pull into a gas station and I can’t keep my mouth shut. I say something to Tim and Tim says something back to me and we start going out it. No big deal except Preston was there and Preston is NOT about confrontation so he is very uncomfortable. I’m pumping gas the whole time and Preston is pumping gas in his van and trying to get out of what me and Tim are discussing.
Well, in the heat of the moment, Preston being in a hurry pumps his 2008 Honda Odyssy with DIESEL fuel. Yes, I said diesel fuel. Not just a little bit of diesel fuel, but about 50 bucks worth. Needless to say he is freaking out! Tim and I realize what is going on and suddenly no one knows what to do. Luckily he had not cranked the van yet so we were good. I said we would just call a tow truck and get it pumped out. After calling everyone the people at the gas station knew, we couldn’t find anyone to come and get it. NO ONE wanted to come to this place…in a few minutes we would find out why. So we rolled the van out of the way and got the idea to siphon the diesel out. That was a nightmare.
Three different hoses, numerous attempts to get it going, and 2 hours later, Tim and Preston FINALLY got the diesel pumping out. The whole time it is POURING, I mean POURING down rain. We were soaked to the bone. It took about an hour to get all the gas into this huge container but we finally got it done. We pushed the van back up and got it gas and it is fine.
That part of the story is crazy but that is nothing. After realizing we were at the gas station for a while we started looking around and what we saw scared the crap out of us, made us sick, and shocked us. The place was littered with racist stuff everywhere. I can’t even repeat some of the stuff. It was like being in a different world. People were looking at us like we were crazy (rightfully so). It was very obvious we weren’t from around there.
There are so many crazy moments from Thad and Laney singing a southern gospel song called Highway and Hedges on the front porch, to the owner telling us to pour the diesel on a democrat, to the owner telling us all our ladies on staff were feminist because they didn’t help push the van, to them telling us it is a good thing we broke down there instead of Atlanta because we would be killed. They found out I was a preacher and started talking to me about being spirit filled. I’m sure I will think of other things but to right now I am not doing the story justice.
To give you an idea of where were were, I am going to post some pictures from the place. WARNING: These pictures are offensive. I do NOT agree with the things in these pictures but the reality is this place exists, it exist a little over an hour from Canton, and this is the people God called us to reach. They need Jesus and if we don’t take Him to them, who will? Another reason I am posting the pictures is because I want to show you the type of environment we were in and why it was a crazy crazy crazy day. If you are offended easily (rightfully so) you don’t want to see these pictures.
As awful as some of this shots are, you at least have to laugh a little thinking of our staff being broken down here because we put diesel in a gas-powered engine. I thought these people were going to kill us for being so stupid.






As we siphoned gas for almost 3 hours we drew a decent little crowd. I’m sure we were the most entertainment they have had in a long time. I’ll admit I was a freaking CHICKEN and I kept my opinions to myself (I’m a chicken but I am also not stupid) but by the end of our stay there they were ready for us to plant a church there because “it was obvious I was spirit-filled.” Yeah..okay. Pretty sure they weren’t, but glad they know I am.
We also found out they have a Possum Drop every New Years Eve where they throw possums off the roof, I guess. Kind of like the ball dropping in New York City, just different.
It was truly a crazy, comical, and as I reflect it was a sad day to know there are people like this still in our area.
Moral of story: don’t put diesel in a car that doesn’t take it.