FEAR ME!

There's really nothing to do in Zakreb's airport except write a blog entry. Enise and I are on our way back to Kosovo for our second year's tour of duty. It's late Saturday night and we are a little tired.

Here is why you should fear me...

When the summer started, we wondered what we were going to do about money while we were in America. We stayed at my son & daughter-in-law's house. We knew we wouldn't lack shelter or food, but we still wondered how we'd make it without begging too much. Like everyone else, we still have bills to pay, and when you live in someone else's home, you end up eating out most of the time. That's not to mention the shock at the gas prices I found over the summer.

Here's where God entered the picture. It was a simple enough prayer. I asked God to provide some extra money for us. I all really wanted was the cash, but "My ways are not your ways" saith the LORD.

Two days after arriving, my Baptist preacher friend found out I was around. He wanted to meet with me. Naturally, I expected he wanted to talk about preaching and ministry, but that wasn't the case. His bathroom sink drain assembly came apart, and he needed some professional help in fixing it. After I cut apart the old pop-up assembly and put in a new one, he insisted on paying me (not that I objected).

Then the first Sunday we were back, the elders at our adopted church called me to the front after worship. Naturally I expected some sort of super-spiritual, heart-touching meeting to occur. They threw their arms around me, led me to the back back room, and explained that their baptistery heater system needed to be replaced, and would I have any time to rip out the old pipes and heater and install the new one? It took a couple of days of work. They insisted on paying me (not that I objected).

The first full week I was back, the Academic Dean of one of our best institutions saw me at the NACC. He said he needed to talk to me. Naturally, I expected him to ask my opinion on some fine theological struggle he was wrestling with, but all he told me was that every time his kitchen sink ran, water ended up on the basement floor. When I replaced some DWV copper with PCV, he insisted on over-paying me (not that I objected).

The third week I was here, I had a message from my computer guy. Naturally I expected him to ask about our website and email issues, but his wife answered my call, telling me that their downstairs sink needed to be fixed. When I installed the Fernco adapter and fixture trap, they insisted on paying me (not that I objected).

You might think this is an article about how God is faithful. Actually it's an article about why you should fear me. Look at the evidence! When I pray for God' help, He's willing to smite the pipes of my friends. When I return next summer, you'd better hope I'm set for cash. You can never tell what might happen to your faucets when I'm around and praying for a little help.