Phil,
Yes, God has a way of humbling us. That was quite funny!
JulieMelton
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Keep smiling!
>From: Phil Scovell <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Electronic Church <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: I wouldn't serve a God who didn't have a sense of humor
>Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2006 17:33:40 -0700
>
> So here is the story. don't laugh too hard.
>
> It was Wednesday evening. I was running late. I was working
>as an assistant pastor, unpaid I might add, in a church of about
>just 10 to 15 people. I was wearing my suit and tie and polished
>cowboy boots. I didn't wear a cowboy hat yet in those days like I
>do now so this is probably why what I am about to describe
>happened in the first place. If you don't understand what I just
>said, you'll have to read my testimony on my website called, God
>Might Where A Cowboy Hat. Anyhow, back to the story.
>
> It was summer. We only had a window air conditioner at the
>time and not central air like we do now. So, I get dressed up, or
>all gussied up as my mother in law used to say, in my Sunday Go To
>Meeting clothes. There is one problem. It is hot because it is
>summer and the front of our home faces toward the mountains. The
>sun, when it starts dropping down over the mountains, shines into
>our dining room and partly into our living room. Things really
>heat up then. So, here I am, in my suit, ready to go, but when I
>got to looking for my cane, it was missing. Cotton Pick it. My
>grandchildren, I remember, had been playing with it earlier that
>day and I failed to get it back from the. I ran for our front
>bedroom, which was piled high with boxes, because I was moving my
>office into that room. Nothing was set up yet but there was boxes
>everywhere. This room was super hot, no air conditioning at all,
>and the sun was practically melting the aluminum blinds over the
>windows as it bore a hole into the small room. I looked and
>looked, bending and standing, and almost crawling around on my
>hands and knees trying to snag that cane among all the junk on the
>floor. I could not find it and no one was around to help look. I
>was getting hotter and sweatier and madder by the minute. I
>started talking to myself. It was about the grand children and
>how they would never be allowed to even touch my cane again.
>Furthermore, I felt my blindness barking at me and if I could just
>see, I could find the dumb cane. Of course, later I realized that
>if I could see, I would not have been looking for a cane in the
>first place. Eventually, I had talked myself into one hot mamma
>of an attitude. In case you don't know what that means, and if
>you don't want to know, don't read what comes up next, but it
>means, down south, and where I came from, one hell of a bitch.
>Well, there goes my Christian standing among the holy. Wait till
>you read the rest of the story, as Paul Harvey would say.
>
> Here it comes. By now, I was slamming around this hot oven
>of a room, sweat pouring off my masculine muscular body as I
>growled ominously like a wild grisly bear just coming out of
>hibernation, tossing boxes out of my way, and almost ready to
>strike a match to burn down the whole place. so out of anger, I
>prayed. "God, where is that cane? as I continued my search for
>what I knew had to be there some place on the floor. Suddenly,
>after taking a step forward, I crashed into a box with something
>heavy inside of it and it did not move but I did. I fell forward,
>my arms wind milling to snag something to keep myself from
>falling. Alas, there was nothing, and head over heels I went,
>suit and all, over the box and on to the floor. It is what came
>next that is funny but I don't think the church leaders of echurch
>will think so. Yes, if you are thinking ahead of me, I said, and
>no fooling, I said it out loud, G D it. At first I thought I
>would be struck by lighting any second for what I had done. Then,
>as I lay on the floor, I began laughing. It was almost like
>somebody, who shall go unnamed, was laughing at me, too, and no it
>was not the devil. To this day, I am convinced, God pushed me, or
>allowed me, to fall over the box to teach me a lesson. I also
>believe he laughed at his own prank, too. Yes, then I found the
>cane laying inches from my fingers as I lay on the floor. You
>can't tell me God didn't have a hand in this one. Getting up, I
>went to church, riding with the pastor, and yes, it was a very
>humbling service for me that night. No, I never told my story
>publicly until now.
>
>Phil.
>
>
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