Broken Stuff
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Broken Stuff

Today was one of those days. The amp on the stereo system in my house made a slow fizzling crackling sound through the speakers and died. I went out to go to drive to school and noticed the spot where my wife had parked for the night had a puddle of brake fluid where the right front tire had been. On my way to school the windshield wipers started to go on my truck. I had not turned them on and the switch was still turned off. The printer for my computer is printing pictures with a purple overcast. On my way home from school the interior of the cab of my truck filled with smoke that came pouring out the heating vents. Really. I am not making this up.

So why am I still smiling? All that broken stuff is that. They are just stuff. The really important items in my life like my wife, my sons, my grandchildren, my Jesus, the assurance of forgiveness and salvation, those things are just fine. The glass is not half full. It is almost completely full.

Paul wrote in Ephesians 1: 3, “Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ.”

As for all that broken stuff. Tomorrow I will start working on them one by one.

Written by Roger Bothwell on October 16, 2002
Spring of Life, 151 Old Farm Rd. Leominster, MA 01453