Hiding Behind the Dorito Display
I pray
you find this line of thought amusing.
If not
~ forgive me and I will try again tomorrow.
Have you
ever been in a public place and spotted someone that has an axe to grind with
you and once they start ~ it always takes an hour or more for them to get it
off their chest?
Well,
that happened to me today.
And by
the time I spotted that person ~ it was too late for evasive maneuvers.
In my
mind I could hear the battle ship claxon sounding and a voice on a loud speaker
barking: “Man your battle stations ~ this
is not a drill.”
Dropping
to the floor and rolling behind the Dorito display was not an option because a
couple kids were playing back there already.
It’s a peculiar moment when the pastor considers hiding behind a Dorito
display a healthy course of action.
Once I steeled
my mind to the fact that contact was imminent ~ I had a Star War’s movie
flashback. God realized I needed a
little extra grace for the moment and gave me a good whack to the funny bone
because I found myself laughing out loud.
In fact, by the time I got done laughing ~ the moment had passed and the
person had turned down the next isle without seeing me.
Anyway,
do you remember in the 4th Star Wars movie ~ where the evil storm
troopers are searching for the droids and old Ben Obi-Wan Kenobi waves his hand in front of their
faces and says, “These aren't the droids you're looking for.” And the storm
troopers become confused and wander off in the other direction.
I found
myself waving my hand in the air and saying, “This is not the pastor you are
looking for”. And to top it off
~ the person wandered off in the other direction. Thank you old Ben Obi-Wan Kenobi.
What ~
pray tell ~ spiritual application can be derived from this?
A most
excellent question….
And the
moment nothing comes to mind ~ but when illumination comes ~
I will roll out from behind the
Dorito display and type it up.
But
until then ~ I feel quite safe back here behind the Dorito display
hiding with 2 preschoolers. They have promised
to protect me.
No comments:
Post a Comment