Actually, there wasn’t even a click. It was just a sense of suspended animation while I held my car key in the position which normally ignited my engine, but this time–no fire.
The radio did not work.
The lights didn’t work.
The car was suddenly cast into the role of being a one-ton paperweight.
All because my battery was dead.
It didn’t give me any warning. Oh, I suppose I should have been keeping up with its passing birthdays, but I didn’t.
So I, who just short moments earlier was in the midst of a deep discussion about some procedure to raise at the upcoming meeting, suddenly became a dumbfounded, indigent traveler, with no idea on where to go or what to do.
Fortunately, somebody gave me a jump to start my car and I drove down to the local Wal-Mart to purchase a battery.
Because here’s the truth: there’s just no goose without the juice.
Nothing happens without the energy.
As I watched them put my battery in, I waxed philosophical. (I occasionally do that, fostering an annoying practice which somehow refuses to leave me.)
- I need a battery for my emotions.
I must remind myself that to feel things–otherwise I am not capable of being in relationship with other humans who, like me, are creatures of emotion.
- I need a battery for my spirit.
Something other than prayer and Bible study, that proves that I am loved and there just might be something out there other than stars and molten lava on dried-up planets.
- I need a battery for my brain.
Without that battery I cannot create the jolt which stimulates new ideas rather than pumping out all the training of my youth.
- And God knows, I need a battery for my body.
Often the fuel I send to my cells better prepares me for a nap than a walk.
It only took them ten minutes to give my car the boost it needed to be a car again.
It made me wonder what I could do with ten minutes.
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Mr. Kringle’s Tales … 26 Stories ‘Til Christmas
“The best Christmas stories I’ve ever read!”
From the toy shop to the manger, an advent calendar of Christmas stories, beginning on November 30th and ending on Christmas morning.
We need a good Christmas this year.
Mr. Kringle’s Tales will help you make it so.