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Hello,
fellow
sojourners.
I'm
your
host,
Dave
Light,
and
welcome
to
Travel
with
a
Purpose,
a
podcast
designed
to
keep
sojourners
and
friends
informed,
entertained,
and
inspired.
It
didn't
take
long
before
Earl
and
Pearl
Traveler
were
settling
into
the
rhythm
of
sojourner
life
at
Camp
B.
Earl
had
mastered
the
coffee
pot.
Miles,
their
little
white
poodle,
had
established
himself
as
neighborhood
security.
Miss
Gypsy,
their
orange
tabby
cat,
had
claimed
the
best
shady
spot
under
the
RV.
And
Pearl,
as
always,
was
operating
with
a
purpose.
Well
one
particular
morning,
Pearl
was
headed
to
the
lodge
to
cook
some
bacon
for
their
breakfast.
It
was
early,
very
early.
The
sun
was
barely
peeking
over
the
trees.
Birds
were
just
beginning
to
chirp.
Most
of
section
A
was
still
deep
in
peaceful
slumber.
Earl
naturally
was
snoring
contentedly.
Earl
quietly
opened
the
RV
door,
determined
not
to
wake
him.
She
stepped
down
carefully,
adjusted
her
travel
with
a
purpose
shirt,
and
began
making
her
way
through
the
dim
early
light.
Now,
Section
A
had
many
wonderful
qualities
friendly
people,
good
shade,
close
proximity
to
the
lodge.
But
after
a
windy
East
Texas
evening,
it
also
had
something
else
tree
debris,
little
branches,
twigs,
leaves,
nature's
obstacle
course.
Pearl
shuffled
forward,
thinking
mainly
about
biscuits,
gravy,
and
a
side
of
bacon.
And
then
she
saw
it
just
ahead
on
the
ground,
long,
dark.
Her
lying
silently
across
her
path.
Pearl
froze.
Her
eyes
widened.
Her
heart
practically
filed
an
emergency
report.
And
then
she
screamed.
Not
a
normal
scream,
not
a
startled
squeak.
It
was
a
full
volume
county
line
crossing.
Wake
the
dead
from
the
cemetery
across
Cook's
Road.
Dogs
were
howling.
Birds
scattered.
That's
the
level
of
that
scream.
Snake
RV
doors
burst
open.
Miles
began
barking
like
he
was
defending
the
free
world.
Miss
Gypsy
launched
onto
Earl's
chest
inside
the
RV,
causing
him
to
wake
up
shouting,
I
didn't
hit
the
waterline.
Jay
from
across
camp
sat
upright
in
bed.
Carroll
reportedly
said,
What
has
Earl
done
now?
Within
minutes,
such
an
A
looked
like
a
tactical
response
team
in
pajamas.
Pearl
stood
a
safe
distance
away,
pointing
dramatically.
There,
right
there.
A
crowd
gathered
cautiously.
Jay,
trying
to
maintain
some
dignity
while
wearing
plaid
pajama
pants,
slowly
approached
the
danger.
He
shined
his
flashlight.
Everyone
leaned
in.
Silence.
Then
Jay
bent
down
and
picked
it
up.
He
held
it
high
for
all
to
see.
A
tree
branch.
Not
a
snake.
Not
even
remotely
alive.
Just
an
ordinary,
slightly
crooked,
fallen
tree
branch.
For
three
full
seconds
nobody
spoke.
Then
Earl,
now
fully
awake
and
still
wearing
one
boot
and
one
bedroom
slipper,
squinted
and
said
that
branch
nearly
took
us
all
out.
Everyone
began
laughing,
and
Earl,
to
her
credit,
did
not
miss
a
beat.
She
crossed
her
arms,
lifted
her
chin,
and
declared,
Well,
if
Section
A
wasn't
trying
to
look
like
a
snake
sanctuary,
this
wouldn't
have
happened.
Sheila
Little,
standing
nearby,
said,
Pearl,
you're
the
only
woman
I
know
who
can
scare
a
tree
branch
into
becoming
firewood.
And
just
like
that,
Pearl
went
from
startled
victim
to
determined
organizer.
Immediately
after
breakfast,
Pearl
had
launched
what
would
forever
be
remembered
as
the
Great
Section
A
cleanup
campaign.
Pat
Rains
showed
up
armed
with
gloves,
trash
bags,
rakes,
and
enough
determination
to
frighten
actual
snakes.
Pearl
organized
volunteers
from
every
nearby
campsite.
Pick
up
every
stick.
No
twig
left
behind.
If
it
looks
like
a
snake,
remove
it.
Soon
Section
A
was
buzzing.
Earl
hauled
limbs,
Jay
brought
tools,
and
Carroll
directed
traffic
like
a
colonel
overseeing
military
operations.
And
by
noon,
Section
A
was
the
cleanest
section
Camp
B
had
ever
seen.
Not
a
stick,
not
a
branch,
not
even
a
suspicious
pine
cone
remained,
and
some
clumps
of
grass
were
pondered
over
as
to
their
necessity.
And
from
that
day
on,
whenever
winds
blow
through
Camp
B
and
branches
fall
in
section
A,
someone
inevitably
says
Better
pick
that
up
before
Pearl
sees
another
snake.
You
know,
every
sojourner
has
a
story
like
this.
Maybe
it
wasn't
a
snake.
Maybe
it
was
something
else.
It
seemed
like
a
disaster
at
the
time,
but
became
a
favorite
memory
later.
That's
one
of
God's
little
gifts.
He
has
a
way
of
weaving
laughter
into
our
journey.
Sometimes
the
moments
that
embarrass
us
the
most
become
the
stories
we
enjoy
telling
the
most.
So
don't
take
yourself
too
seriously.
Enjoy
the
journey.
Laugh
with
your
friends,
and
thank
God
for
the
memories
He
gives
us
along
the
way.
Well,
thanks
for
listening
to
this
podcast.
I
invite
you
to
subscribe
and
share
it
with
others.
I'm
your
host
Dave
Leighton,
and
remember,
we
glorify
God
as
together
we
travel
with
a
purpose.
Happy
sojourning!