Summary: WE ALL NEED TO BE FILLED UP WITH JESUS CHRIST, OR WE WILL RUN OUT OF ENERGY.
The Filling Station
Text: Romans, Chapter 15
The last two Sundays, Larry Grounds and I have gone to Palestine and preached in prison in prison and worshipped God with the congregation of the Lord’s people at the Powledge Unit. It has been a great two weeks.
The first Sunday we preached there—December 29th—Larry and I started back home, and I knew I was running low on gasoline and that we needed to stop at a station and fill up the tank.
Now from Powledge to Frankston—a distance of about 45 miles—there are NO places to get any gas. There was one little place outside of Palestine that has a sign saying “Discount Gas”. There were two little pumps outside a pitiful building that looks as though it was built out of cardboard boxes.
As I passed it by, I said, “No. I don’t need any bad gas for my little truck!”, even though the gas was probably just fine. I thought to myself, “I think I have enough gas to get to Frankston.” I thought that Larry was blissfully unaware of our gas shortage.
About the time I was thinking that, Larry piped up and said, “Doug, are we about to run out of gas?” To which I replied, “Larry, we’re running on fumes, but I think we can make it to Frankston.”
I knew Larry was probably thinking about having to walk on his bad leg joint, so I reassured him that if we didn’t make it, I would walk for gas and he could sit in the truck while I did.
Well, we made it—riding on fumes!
I got to thinking about the value of gas stations on the roadside and even got to thinking about the history of service stations.
When Henry Ford started to mass-produce cars, he changed our world. When he first built the car, we could finally go long distances in a relatively short time. So, next came the need for “real” roads for the cars to ride on.
Some of you are old enough to remember what roads were like at first—dirt wagon trails with plenty of holes, and plenty of obstacles—not at all like we have today. Anyway, we could go farther faster, but now we needed places to fill the cars up with gasoline or we would run out of energy. So gasoline service stations started to pop up all over the country.
There was another name for them though, before we started referring to them as “service stations” or “gas stations”. Again, the older folks remember and the younger people probably don’t know they were called “filling stations”. They were the place we went to “fill-up” with gasoline.
We called that “progress”. In a few years, we progressed from “filling stations” to “service stations”. That’s because they “serviced” the needs of the automobile. You would stop at a “service station” and a guy would come out. You would tell him to “fill it up”, and he would—plus, he would wash your windows, check your water and oil level, check your tires for air, and then take your money. Oh, one more thing he would do—he would say, “We appreciate your business! Come back again!”
Now I can hear the younger people say, “I don’t believe that!” However, it really did happen that way…long, long ago.