Today’s post is from “The Donut Theory” — just in time for summer travel …
“Be kind to me, God, I’ve been kicked around long enough.” Psalm 9:13
When I was a kid on the farm, my family took a week off from chores in the summer and went camping. On our first trip, Dad borrowed a military-style tent with no floor. Mom stuffed frayed quilts and old bed pillows into feed sacks and filled a beer cooler with produce from the garden and meat from the freezer. Dad climbed up on the sideboards of the car and stacked the camping gear into a car top carrier he’d constructed out of two-by-fours and plywood. Then he covered it with a stiff green tarp and tied it down with baling twine. Everything else went into the trunk. As I think back on those days, we must have resembled a band of gypsies.
My three brothers and I piled into the rusty Chevy, along with Mom and Dad, and we headed to Clear Lake, about ninety miles north of our farm. About forty-five miles into the trip, Dad shoved the gearshift into low, and the car thumped to the side of the road. “Flat tire,” he growled. Dad changed the tire, and then he sat all alone by the side of the road, adding another patch to the old inner tube. After he stuffed it back into the tire, he used a hand pump to inflate the tube to make the new spare tire, which we needed before we got to the lake!
I’ve had a few flat tires as I’ve worked—like the Friday afternoon when I had one more job to copy and the machine stubbornly displayed: CALL FOR SERVICE. I stared at the bulletin that the wedding coordinator would be looking for in a couple of hours. Now what? I thought. Then I remembered a secretary from the church down the street had used our copier when their machine had broken down on a Friday afternoon. I called their office, and within an hour the bulletins were copied, neatly folded, and ready for the rehearsal.
Lord, send the Holy Spirit to keep our spirits inflated. Amen.