I tweeted early this morning how God cracks me up. And I'm pretty sure the feeling is mutual. Believe it or not, as I write this, I'm a little bit giggly.
It's been one of those weeks. Sunday morning worship was filled with distractions, technical snafus, disrupting cell phones, random feedback and other noises…all which are natural, but otherwise abnormal for us.
It also became apparent that i was going to need to do some pretty heavy-duty car repairs on BOTH our vehicles soon. LIke…NOW.
On Tuesday, I had a 'run in' with a local businessman who mistreated my wife last week. He was appalled that I, as a minister, was so furious at how he treated her. I not-so-gently reminded him that (a) I am also a husband with a bride and (b) Jesus gets equally riled up when you mistreat his bride. No blood was shed…
I've had horrible email/server issues all week.
On Wednesday, my wife took the boys for haircuts and the youngest accidentally made off with a toy from the waiting area, so an hour-and-a-half later she had to load everyone back up in the car and return a $0.50 toy to teach a life lesson.
When they made it home, we had no electricity. After looking up and down the block for crispy-fried construction workers, she called the electric company. Seems like a computer snafu caused them to shut off our service. Not pretty.
Hours later, when we had lights again, we had pizza delivered for dinner and….our dining table broke. BROKE. Like…the table leg split in half and came crashing down on the floor. So I'm on my way to rehearsal when I get the phone call. "You are not going to believe what just happened…"
Nothing would surprise me at this point. I could've spotted Rush Limbaugh making out with Nancy Pelosi at Starbucks and thought, "I'd really like a dirty chai latte…"
I get to rehearsal and the second song we run is Matt Redman's 'Blessed Be Your Name'. You know, with the line "you give and take away, my heart will choose to say…blessed be your name..".
And I start laughing. Thinking. Praying to God who, in my head, sometimes sounds a little like Tyler Durden.
"LOL, God…you crack me up."
"Yeah", He said.
"No, seriously…I'm singing 'you give and take away'…. like the car. The table. The electricity." I'm beginning to laugh out loud..
"Dude. I didn't break your car". (yes, God says 'dude'.). "In a fallen world, stuff breaks and people act stupid. Even the Mona Lisa is falling apart…"
"Yeah, but she's really old." That made Him chuckle, I think. "I know", I said. " I don't need a car. Or a table. Or even electricity. You're the faithful One in this relationship…so….thanks for that……….love you, btw."
"What's not to love?"
And we kept rehearsing. And I kept chuckling, feeling like a little kid who snuck in to see his Daddy at work. Even if just for a second, it was by far the highlight of the day. The car repairs are being provided for, and the rest will be fine as well.
Yup. I'm a weirdo, but it still cracks me up.
