Just Charlie

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No Extra Bolts, No Blood, No Warning Lights…

 

 

***DISCLAIMER: My dad can fix anything. I mean, anything! Cars, lawn mowers, paper machines, you name it. But much to his chagrin, I had a mechanical bypass at birth. (I had a mathematical bypass at birth as well, but that’s another post for another day!)***

OK, with that out of the way, I’ve gotta tell you about my adventure under the hood!

Sunday, on my way home from preaching here, I noticed the little red battery indicator light was lit on my dashboard. I made it home, and as I normally do in situations like that, I simply figured it would eventually take care of itself. (Another “another post for another day,” but I digress!)

Anyway, on the way to the gym yesterday morning, the light was still on. When I got back home, the light was still lit, and the amp meter was quickly going doooowwwwwwn! I went in the house, ate breakfast, and when I came out and tried to start my truck, it sounded like a pathetic machine-gun imitation. “Uh-oh…that’s not good,” I surmised.

I called my dad, and he seemed to think it was a dead battery. I prayed he was right. When the lovely and gracious “Mrs. Just Charlie” got home from school, I put the battery in her car and headed to the free battery tester at Wal-Mart (where I had originally purchased the battery almost two years ago! Yes, I had my receipt!)

The battery tester dude was not there, so to speed things along, the woman at the automotive counter went ahead and replaced my battery! For free! (Cool, huh?)

I put the new battery in the truck, and it cranked, but alas, the battery indicator light was still on. “Well, I guess that means it’s the alternator, or something worse,” I surmised again.

Today, I wondered aloud, to no one in particular…

I wonder if I could replace that alternator myself?

So I called my buddy, Mr. Know-It-All, and asked his opinion on whether he thought I, mechanical bypass at birth and all, could even possibly think about tackling an alternator. He said yes, and encouraged me with some very technical sounding stuff! (I was impressed!)

I called my dad, to ask his opinion on whether he thought I, mechanical bypass at birth and all, could even possibly think about tackling an alternator. He was away at a funeral. (I was discouraged!)

I called my father-in-law, to ask his opinion on whether he thought I, mechanical bypass at birth and all, could even possibly think about tackling an alternator. He said he’s at the point now where he won’t even think about tackling an alternator. (I was really discouraged!)

But, I surmised again, “If the part is going to cost me somewhere around $135 (USD), that probably means that having someone else put it in will set me back at least $500!”

So, I got the alternator. I got a loaner tensioner tool. I got a new serpentine belt. I headed for Pit Row…I mean, my driveway!

Long story short…it took me a couple of hours. I don’t think I want to take up mechanic-ing for a living. God didn’t bless me with the spiritual gift of mechanics. But after that couple of hours, with only one “dadgummit!” and a couple of “oh crap!”s, I had replaced my alternator and serpentine belt! And I had saved, I surmised, about $400. And I was really proud! So proud, I called everyone I had called earlier to tell them about my accomplishment!

Later this afternoon, I cranked that bad boy up.

No extra bolts or other parts laying around.

No blood was spilled.

And, dadgummit, no warning light on the dash!

Maybe I should hang out that sign….naaaaaaaaah!

Butt-Kicking from the Great Beyond…

Ever had your butt kicked? Ever had your butt kicked by a dead guy? I have! And I do, nearly every day.

See, I get this devotional from A.W. Tozer delivered to my Inbox every morning. And usually the brief samples of Tozer’s writing and thinking pack a pretty powerful punch and deliver a good swift kick, right where it does the most good.

Consider this from today, the final installment in a series on prayer…

Oh God, Let me die rather than go on day by day living wrong. I do not want to become a careless, fleshly old man. I want to be be right so I can die right. Lord, I do not want my life to be extended if it would mean that I should cease to live right and fail in my mission to glorify You all of my days!

I would not want an extra 15 years in which to backslide and dishonor my Lord. I would rather go home right now than to live on – if living on was to be a waste of God’s time and my own!

First Things First…

As much as I want to check my email and keep up with the overnight news, I need to hear from God first.

As much as I want to get the positive reviews from yesterday, I need to hear from God first.

As much as I want to get up and get out to the gym, I need to hear from God first.

Third CupThoughts…

One of our local public radio stations has a morning classical music program called Second Cup Concert. Today, I was in my office at our building, listening to that program, drinking a pot of Sumatra. (Lately, I’ve had help drinking that coffee, but not today, and that’s a story for another day anyway.)

So, on about my third cup, this just found its way into my notebook…

Coffee is supposed to be a social beverage, one that is best shared with one’s compatriots, in some cozy, yet crowded corner cafe. It’s never intended to be a lonely pursuit, brewed and consumed cup by desperate cup by some fellow who’s lost all his will to live and all his reasons for doing so.

Coffee is meant to be a creative beverage – one that inspires great conversation, great ideas, great dreams. It’s never at its best as a substitute for some poor sap who, but for his supposed religious and cultural sensibilities, would more likely be drowning in the cold crystal bottom of some old-fashioned glass, instead of a warm ceramic mug.

Notes from a Sick Sunday…

OK, so I was sick yesterday, and missed church for the first time in, well, I don’t remember. But anyway, here are some things you think about when you’re out of your routine…

  • People might as well get involved in church, because there ain’t very much on TV on Sunday.
  • Ed, I love ya man, but you really need to rethink the little pixie shoes with the suit. I’m just saying…
  • Getting out of your weekly routine messes you up for a while.
  • Even when you’re not physically “there,” you’re still mentally, emotionally, and spiritually engaged in what’s supposed to be going on at church.
  • And even though you’re wearing your son’s reject Superman t-shirt, you really need to know that you aren’t Superman. So why do you feel so guilty about being sick and missing church?
  • The sofa gets pretty uncomfortable after several hours.
  • I guess they call it “practicing medicine” for a reason…”I think what we’re dealing with here is bronchitis. The only issue is whether it’s bacterial or viral. I’m going to prescribe an antibiotic which should clear it up pretty quickly if it’s bacterial. If it’s viral, it’ll just have to run its course.”
  • Nothing tastes good when you’re sick.
  • When you’re sick, and there’s nothing on TV, and you’re worried about what you ought to be doing at church, and nothing tastes good, and you spend three stinkin’ hours at the doctor and pharmacy, and when you’re out of your routine, it’s pretty easy to throw yourself a little pity party.
  • But seeing videos like this has a way of making you smile, weakly and sickly though it may be. It also has a way of making you grateful for the friends God puts in your life. But at the same time, it makes you really wary about preaching for those friends in a couple of weeks because you just aren’t as creative as your friend. (Thanks, Tony!)

SICK!

I can’t remember a Sunday when I didn’t make it to church because of illness, so today is going to be a rare day for me!

I’m coughing like crazy, got a fever, can’t talk (woo hoo! everyone says!), and I feel like some big honking truck has run over me, backed up and run over me again. And again. And one more time for good measure.

If you get a minute, and if you think about it, would you lift up a prayer or two today? Thanks…