A Heavenly Whack Upside the Head

The Grandboy @ 3:30AM

This morning I was up very early thanks to an overnight visitor; my ten month old grandboy Thomas. His grandmother (please do not call her that), Lala, plopped him on the bed at 3:30AM and said, “Here, watch him while I fix a bottle.”  This to me means: “Here, don’t let him fall off the bed.”



By 4:30 he is out like a light and so is his grandmother Lala. So, I decided it was a perfect occasion to take advantage of the time and have a special moment with God.  I showered, took my time getting ready and still I was out of the house by 5:30. I drove over to Sagemont Church in Houston and parked in the parking lot facing a 170 foot cross. At night, or in the dark morning as my ten year old calls it, you can see the cross from miles away.  When Channel 2 News asked the pastor why the church put a 170 foot cross on the campus he replied, “Because the city wouldn’t give us a permit for a 190 foot cross.” Classic.



Today is the 1^st of February and the local forecast was for an Arctic Blast to hit the Houston area this morning.  An Arctic Blast in Houston Texas?  Quick, somebody call Al Gore.

Sagemont Church, Houston, TX  02/01/2011  6:30AM

So there I was sitting in my truck and I would like to say having a special moment with the Lord.  From out of nowhere my truck jolted with a deafening “BANG” as something slammed onto the roof.  At first I thought was that it was hail, but no, that was way too loud to be hail and it jerked me around to the point that I wondered if the cross itself had fallen on me. I couldn’t see anything around me. When I saw the vinyl strap dangling in front of the windshield, I realized what had caused the loud, jolting thud.  For a very short time, the trucks bedcover became a roof cover.  Then I watched as it took off across the parking lot like a skipping stone across smooth water.  In the ensuing downpour of icy rain, I hurried to get the stuff that the cover covered into the cab.  Yeah, this was a great idea.

You might be thinking what a dramatic crescendo, a heavenly exclamation point if you will, to a dynamic meeting with the Father, but, sadly, you would be wrong.  You see I wasn’t in prayer or deep into the Word.  I wasn’t sitting there quietly listening for His still small voice or singing praises at the top of mine. Nope, I was playing “Angry Birds” on my iPhone4.

Maybe I spend too much time with my technical gadgets. 

Maybe I could say that I just hadn’t gotten to that part yet, like playing Angry Birds is a precursor to an effective quiet time. Or, maybe I should blame it on my A.D.D.

Or, maybe I should just say:

“Hello February. Way to make an entrance!”