"Sometimes I lie awake at night and I ask where have I gone wrong? Then a voice says to me - This is going to take more than one night... In the Book of life, the answers aren't in the back."...Charlie Brown
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Beth and I live on the outskirts of Covington, not so much a suburb as it is history, a segment of what must have been, over fifty years ago, homes constructed to escape the inner city. This house was built out of rocks secured from a nearby creek and it sits a block off the main road which is merely one of those narrow two-lane routes that wind throughout Kentucky. Only a section of out street is paved, as the county is willing to take our taxes, but refuses to recognize us otherwise. We are positioned on a corner where what does finally know a flat surface dead-ends with a neighbor to our left side and another directly across from us. My oldest daughter’s husband owns the place and there has always been a small pile of rather large rocks that occupy this property at that spot. I’ve never inquired as to why they are there; but, for anyone trying to turn around, they do extend reason to be careful in what you are doing. That’s a truth the young fellow delivering pizza next door found out very quickly last night when he threw his vehicle into reverse and suddenly found himself sitting atop those stones. It was lodged on a huge flat slab beneath the car’s center with the rear right tire suspended several inches above the ground. The front wheels could turn, but could get no traction. I invited him inside, out of the cold, gave him a coke, loaned my cell phone to call his employer, and asked the son-in-law if he wanted to risk his tractor in an attempt to extract the Honda. As it turned out, though, with some help from that neighbor across the street, the three of us were able to life the rear end up enough for him to gain mobility. No real damage noted; gratitude was extended; and he drove off with my cell phone in his pocket! A quick call from my wife caught him before he got too far and he apologized profusely, the whole episode no doubt embarrassing his sense of self-worth even though I tried my best to let him know that we’ve all “been there” a time or two in our life. My own confessions, however, while many in number, will put forth no details here. The human animal: highest form of what can be found on earth and yet an enigma amusing in so far as the predicaments he so often inflicts upon himself, terrifying in his ability to dismiss all others of his species and think only of himself, and desperately in need of focus, purpose, explanation for why he should even exist at all. Thank God for a connection that, having “stepped through the veil”, we can encounter more than merely our own theology…..