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Friday, December 5, 2014

THOUGHT I HAD A BAD DAY

Jesus touches us everyday, and some of us never recognize it. Even worshipers, who go to church every week and pray everyday, may not feel the love and mercy God gives us every moment of our lives. It is present, we just don’t recognize it, understand it, or even look for it. A good example is the day I had last week. On a Friday morning nothing seemed to be going right for me. Everything was a problem, or turning into one. The day before, my heating oil ran out and I had no heat in the house for over 15 hours. I had called the oil company and the lady said that she was sorry, and would have someone out the first thing in the morning. It turned to noon, and the house temperature was down in the 30’s. I had to work on the weekend, and there were chores I had to do that day. I was stuck, cold and fuming about the terrible service, and the service I would probably change as soon as I got some heat in the house. I was blaming everyone. The driver for being late, the lady who scheduled my deliveries, and everyone else I could think of, including God. Dear Jesus, where are you? I am told you are always near with your love and your mercy, but I feel nothing. Where is a sign? Why am I having such a rotten day? Do I really deserve this? My whole day changed when the driver finally arrived. He said that he was sorry, and that he had gone to the wrong house at first. He only works part time, and has two other jobs and was not familiar with my neighborhood or area. I told him it was okay, but I was more concerned about the lady who missed my scheduled delivery. This hadn’t happened in 35 years. He told me that the woman’s husband who was my regular truck driver, had died two weeks ago. He was 58 years old and succumbed to cancer. It was possible things had not been going very smooth for her. To make a long story short, I had a nice conversation with the oil driver. He told me about his 3 jobs, one being a school bus driver, and we even talked about a mutual friend who I hadn’t seen for over 10 years. He took extra time checking my furnace, and made sure it was working properly before he left. Once my body had warmed up, I thought about all of the things I had learned that day. Had I not run out of oil, I would never had met this driver, who I may never see again, and to find out all of the things he told me. I realized that a few hours of no heat, was not much of a problem like other people’s problems might be. The day now seems like it was a blessing in some way. Not at all like the day that started out. Bob Camp