Yesterday I planned to write something about fathers or fatherhood. But something happened on the way to work.
Last night’s weather forecast predicted a long snowy morning commute. So, I had set the alarm back an hour to 4:00 AM.
The alarm goes off, playing radio static. This is on purpose, so that I am not lulled back to sleep by talk or music. I silenced the static with a slap. Somehow my hand knows where the target it. I quietly grumble into consciousness. Do I really have to get up this early? Yes, to avoid the snow. Any other reason? No.
Hey, getting to work an hour early means I don’t have to make up time. I have to leave work early, so I can attend my son’s class program at school tonight. The alarm goes off again. I turn it off for good and get up.
4:46 AM. I am ready to go a with a few minutes to spare. The snow has already started. I can just hear it fall through the trees. I get in the car. John MacArthur starts talking. Why is he on? Oh, yeah. I’m starting out an hour earlier. He is toward the end of the of the broadcast about praying at all times [Ephesians 6.18-24].
The roads are already slick, but at this hour traffic is light. The LED sign at the church I pass daily catches my attention. This morning it says, “A.S.A.P. Always Say A Prayer.”
McGee, MacArthur, and now a church sign.
When was the last time I talked to my Father? I have to admit much too long ago.
Yesterday I planned to write something about fathers or fatherhood. Maybe I just did.
|I could say that I wrote this for my Zero to Hero blogging challenge assignment for day twenty-eight. But Someone suggested a different topic.|