God and Fudge Club today. No one made it to the morning
meeting at 8:30. That was alright, though. I had a really good quite/devotional
time and practiced my talk/sermon/message for Sunday. Plus, I had all the fudge
I could eat!
Nothing too exciting at work…besides having to break up a fight
in the parking lot. A car had pulled off to the side to wait for a specific
spot to open up. They moved to the side to let the cars behind them pass. The
motorist with the spot backed out messing with their GPS or something like that,
but before the waiting car could snag the parking space, the next car in the
flowing traffic line allegedly pulled in. I didn’t see this happen, but my
investigation yielded this story.
I came on scene as the waiting car’s driver ran over to the
driver’s side window of the “spot stealer.” Emotions were running awfully high
between both of the drivers. Fortunately, the driver who felt cheated only became
violent to the point of finger pointing and saying over and over again in his
angry voice, “That was very rude, sir!” Mr. Sir’s comeback was a wave of his
hand and a turning away of his head as only an old man can pull off. So I guess
in reality, I didn’t actually break up a fight. Although I thought it’d make for
a good topic sentence for this paragraph.
Later on, I noticed a car completely stopped at the
beginning of the lot. I walked over to check on the driver and ask if
everything was alright. He replied it was and he intended to wait in that spot
until a parking space opened up. I told him, “Well sir, I can’t have you do
that. You’ll block the cars behind you.” Having thought through his plan, he
replied that “Yes, but I’ll move once I find a spot and then they can wait to
the next spot opens up and everyone will be happy.” I have to admit it sounded
like a pretty good plan. The tactical error, however, is that doing that would
back up traffic all the way to Bar Harbor. So really, no one would be happy. I
told him—kindly and not in these terms—that his plan wasn’t very good and he
needed to move along. Begrudgingly, he did.
After work, eating dinner, and catching up with my sister,
Nicole, on the phone, I headed back to the second floor banquet room for God
and Fudge Club: Evening Edition. The turnout was much higher with a total of
five! We had a really great discussion about the first few verses of the Gospel
of John. By the end of the conversation, we successfully identified “The Word”
as Jesus and established the fact that we have to make a conscious decision and
a devoted heart to become “Children of God.” I’d say the evening was a success.
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