Why did I get up this morn­ing?

Record Observer - - Religion -

All day long, I’ve had this burn­ing ques­tion in my mind. One of those ques­tions you just can­not shake, and as the day pro­gressed, it loomed larger and larger un­til I had to ad­dress it. Per­son­ally, I would like to have ad­dressed it, put a stamp on it and send it to Tim­buktu. I just do not know the ZIP code.

It all be­gan first thing in the morn­ing. Some days try to trick you into think­ing it’s go­ing to be a good day by start­ing the day off per­fect. Such was not the case with this day.

The amaz­ing thing about this day was it started bad and just got worse as the day wore on. Some days start out bad and then im­prove by noon. These days I do not mind. I fig­ure the day is try­ing to play tricks with my mind. I would not mind if I only knew the rules or if my mind could win at least oc­ca­sion­ally.

The day be­gan with me over­sleep­ing. It re­ally was not my fault; the alarm clock did not go off. When I looked at my alarm clock, the num­bers were blink­ing in­di­cat­ing some­time dur­ing the night the elec­tric­ity went off. It is my per­sonal opin­ion the elec­tric com­pany does this in­ten­tion­ally. The elec­tric only has to flicker and all of the dig­i­tal clocks go on blink­ing mode. This is a cruel trick per­pe­trated by our friendly elec­tric com­pany just to show us who is re­ally boss.

When I checked the real time, I dis­cov­ered I was late. Have you ever no­ticed when you over­sleep it is the day you have an early morn­ing ap­point­ment? Why is it no­body ever over­sleeps on his or her day off?

As quick, as I could, I got ready. While I was shaving, how­ever, I nicked my face. It was one of those lit­tle nicks that just does not stop bleed­ing, no mat­ter what you do. I had blood all over my face, even drip­ping down onto my T-shirt.

I quickly dressed and scam­pered into the kitchen to grab a cup of hot cof­fee. In my grab­bing, I man­aged to spill the hot cof­fee on my shirt. Now that I am run­ning late, I have to stop what I am do­ing, run back to the bed­room and put on a new shirt. It was a good thing be­cause not only did my shirt have cof­fee stains on it there was a nice splash of blood on it as well.

I grabbed the keys to the car and dashed out the front door. By now, I was only 30 min­utes late and even so, I could make the ap­point­ment. When I started up the car, I heard that fa­mil­iar ding­ing in­di­cat­ing I was low on gaso­line.

There are times in your life when you must make a quick de­ci­sion. I es­ti­mated by look­ing at the fuel gauge that I prob­a­bly had enough gas to get to my ap­point­ment, but would have to get gas right af­ter.

To stop and get gas at this time would cause me to be that much later. I can al­ways get gas af­ter my meet­ing.

Some ed­u­cated guesses have never been to school, or if they have, they sure did not pay at­ten­tion.

While driv­ing to my ap­point­ment, I was try­ing to think about the ap­point­ment and what I would do and what I would say and all that sort of thing. Even though I was run­ning late, I could be at least well pre­pared for the meet­ing. As long as when I ar­rived at the meet­ing I was well pre­pared, all would be right.

Then I heard a sput­ter. It was a fa­mil­iar sput­ter. As I looked at the fuel gauge, it was blink­ing “Empty.” At the time, it seemed to be a rather sar­cas­tic blink­ing. In be­tween sput­ters, I thought I heard a gig­gle. Cars seem to know when you are late and, most im­por­tantly, how much gas is needed to get to your ap­point­ment. I think it has some­thing to do with all of the elec­tronic equip­ment in­stalled in the car at the fac­tory. If it takes three gal­lons to get to your ap­point­ment the car, some­how needs 3 1/2 gal­lons.

Un­daunted by this lat­est de­vel­op­ment I coasted the car off to the side of the road and parked it. Look­ing at my watch I fig­ured, if I put a hurry to it, I could walk to the meet­ing. Of course, I would be late, but I had a good ex­pla­na­tion for my tar­di­ness. Ev­ery­body has ex­pe­ri­enced this sort of a day and so they would un­der­stand.

I walked as fast as I could, hop­ing with ev­ery step that I would make up some time.

When I ar­rived at my meet­ing, I dis­cov­ered a bit of in­for­ma­tion that com­pletely floored me.

“I’m Rev. Sny­der and I’m here for a meet­ing.” I said be­tween pant­ing.

“What meet­ing is that?” the sec­re­tary asked.

I ex­plained about the meet­ing and that I was run­ning just a lit­tle bit late.

“Oh, Rev. Sny­der,” she said with a smirk on her face, “that meet­ing has been post­poned un­til tomorrow.

Walk­ing back to my car a verse of Scrip­ture danced in the back of my mind. “This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will re­joice and be glad in it.” (Psalms 118:24 KJV).

I re­joiced all the way back to my car. At least I wasn’t late.

Dr. James L. Sny­der is pas­tor of the Fam­ily of God Fel­low­ship, 1471 Pine Road, Ocala, FL 34472. He lives with his wife in Sil­ver Springs Shores. Call him at 352-687-4240 or email jamess­ny­der2@att.net. The church web­site is www. whatafel­low­ship.com.

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