THE CHOICE
By Janice Price
I do not ordinarily write fiction stories. This one is an old writing exercise I stumbled upon today. It brings to mind how a decision to follow Christ will affect the choices we make in every aspect of daily life, whether at home or on the job.
*****
The sudden downpour is over. The sun is again burning Perry Johnson’s bare shoulders. Sweat rolls swiftly down his face and drips off his chin.
Perry scratches his cheek. His facial hair is still short and soft as peach fuzz but he is seventeen and it is his first attempt to grow a beard. He believes it will help him appear more grown-up for his first summer job.
It is his first day of work. Tom Hawkins, the busiest house painter in Logan and the associate lay pastor of the church Perry attends, is a kind but no-nonsense boss.
“Painting is hard work,” Mr. Hawkins directed him when he was hired. “But it takes more than hard work to build a reputation for honesty and integrity. I won’t have a slacker or a dishonest employee working for me. As your employer, I expect your best efforts, and as a Christian, I desire that all of my employees follow Proverbs 22:1.”
Mr. Hawkins decided to go home and have lunch with his wife when the rain began. He would be returning soon to judge Perry’s progress. Perry wants to make a good impression. He finishes scraping loose paint off the west side of Miss Lila’s old house.
Miss Lila was born and raised in the house. She and her husband, Joe, raised their own family there too. Now, she is preparing to sell this house and move into a small trailer on her oldest son’s property. A rumor has been making the rounds in Logan that Joe distrusted banks. Supposedly, he hid their cash, and when he died suddenly of a massive heart attack, Miss Lila didn’t have a clue as to where their savings were hidden. She is living on a small pension and can’t afford to hold onto the family home.
Perry is hungry but the rain delay has put them behind schedule. He reaches deep into a pocket of his denim shorts and pulls out a quarter. Heads, I eat first. Tails, I start scraping the paint off the north side of the house before I eat.
He flips the quarter into the air. It hits the porch railing and sails into some nearby bushes. Perry needs to find that quarter. Until he is paid he has only $7.27 and his mother’s birthday is in two days. He parts two bushes and finds himself in a small clearing on a downhill slope surrounded by tall, thick bushes. As he leans down to pick up his quarter, he is surprised to see the top of a large cage jutting out of the mud.
What an odd place to find a cage, Perry thinks. It must have been thrown out. I wonder if Miss Lila would let me have it if I dig it up? If I clean it and remove the rusty door, it might make a nice birdfeeder for Mom’s birthday present. That is, if it can be salvaged.
He looks around for something to dig with and remembers noticing a shovel leaning against the old shed in the back yard. He digs some and then tries to rock the cage loose, but it is deeply embedded. It seems almost as if it has been buried and the topsoil has washed downhill from heavy rains, but that isn’t possible. No one would bury a bird cage. He continues digging until he is able to remove the cage from the mud.
The cage is filled with a black plastic trash bag held closed with a twist tie. Perry untwists the tie, expecting to find a bag of trash. Inside is another bag of clear, heavier plastic. Perry’s eyes widen as he begins to pull out hundred dollar bills by the handful.
He hears Mr. Hawkins calling his name from the front of the house. There is no time to count the money, but it is more than Perry has ever imagined he would see at one time. He has a whole lifetime stretching before him. He is broke. There is only one thing for him to do in this situation.
Later, as the family is eating dinner Perry answers a knock at the front door. He is astonished to see a deputy standing on the stoop.
“I’m looking for Perry Johnson,” the deputy says.
“I’m Perry. What do you want?” he asks nervously.
The deputy reaches for him and a viselike grip closes over his shoulder. “I’m Deputy Collins, Miss Lila’s nephew. She asked me to thank you for what you did today. The money has been deposited in the bank and Miss Lila will be taking the family home off of the market. The media has learned of your honesty and integrity, so expect to hear from them at any time.”
As the deputy leaves, Perry closes the door. A slow smile lights his face, as he realizes he has kept his word to Mr. Hawkins and followed Proverbs 22:1. He heads back to the kitchen, resumes his seat at the dinner table, and bites into a large slice of cold watermelon.
A good name is to be chosen rather than great riches. Proverbs 22:1
© 2006 Janice Price
www.mercyandpercy.com/
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
CELEBRATING BENNY
Celebrating Benny
By Janice Price
Oh, God, please let him die quickly, without any more pain.
That was my initial reaction to the sight of Benny in the Intensive Care Unit on life support. At that moment, it seemed inconceivable he could recover.
A neighbor had discovered his body on the floor of his apartment. He had been stabbed numerous times, including in the stomach, spleen and intestines. An ambulance had delivered him, not to either of the closest medical facilities, but to a top-level trauma hospital.
His head was jerking up and down with each “breath” of the machine keeping him alive. He was covered with bandages, legs wrapped for circulation of blood, and strapped to the bed rails. Hardest to see were his eyes. They were wide open, unblinking and crusted. I didn’t know at the time he was agitated, refusing to close his eyes and rest, and trying to disconnect his life support before his older daughter Susie and I arrived. He had been given a drug to paralyze him so his body could rest.
Immediately, I regretted the thought. No circumstance is too great for God. Jeremiah 32: 17 (NIV) says, “Ah, Sovereign Lord, you have made the heavens and the earth by your great power and outstretched arm. Nothing is too hard for you.” Benny could survive. We needed to wait to see how God answered our prayers to know if Benny would survive.
Over a period of three or four months, Benny moved from ICU to a “step-down” unit, to the rehabilitation building, to a nursing home, and then onto an eastbound plane to live near his son and younger daughter Sheila in New Jersey. I moved to Georgia and Benny moved back to Phoenix, Arizona with Sheila and her husband, but we never lost touch. Benny wrote encouraging letters of healing relationships within his family. He lived to see his last “baby” have her first baby.
We were neighbors who became friends because we shared a love of animals. He is the only person who has ever called me Jannie, until Sheila made the nickname “official.” Perhaps when her daughter begins to talk, she will continue the custom.
Then one day Benny was on life support once more. His heart, liver and kidneys were failing. Eleven years previously, it was not Benny’s time to die. This time it was and he was ready to go. His family did not plan a sad funeral. Instead, they planned a simple celebration of his life. These are my favorite lines from the copy of the eulogy his daughter sent to me:
“Death is not an end to life but rather the beginning of a new one, an everlasting one. Rather than grieve for ourselves, let us rejoice in the gifts that Benny left behind. Every one of you is here because Benny touched your lives.”
Benny and I shared a passion for reading, and for years he faithfully mailed boxes of books - mainly mysteries, biographies, and books on animals. He was excited when I started sending him copies of stories I was writing, although he would have been happier if they had been mystery books.
Writing mystery stories was once my dream, but my goal changed over the years. In my eulogy, I hope someone will be able to say I touched a life or two with the stories I write, hoping to encourage people to look to God for answers, strength, comfort, wisdom, and the fruits of the Holy Spirit.
Benny should have died eleven years earlier than he did, but God granted him those extra years. I was relieved God did not grant the prayer request I breathed silently at the beginning of this story.
Knowing Benny was an adventure in friendship, but watching him virtually return from teetering on the edge of the grave was a visual lesson in God’s power and sovereignty. That is what Jesus essentially accomplished for us. We were teetering on the edge of the grave in our sins, and Christ paid the price to redeem us.
© 2006 Janice Price
www.mercyandpercy.com/
By Janice Price
Oh, God, please let him die quickly, without any more pain.
That was my initial reaction to the sight of Benny in the Intensive Care Unit on life support. At that moment, it seemed inconceivable he could recover.
A neighbor had discovered his body on the floor of his apartment. He had been stabbed numerous times, including in the stomach, spleen and intestines. An ambulance had delivered him, not to either of the closest medical facilities, but to a top-level trauma hospital.
His head was jerking up and down with each “breath” of the machine keeping him alive. He was covered with bandages, legs wrapped for circulation of blood, and strapped to the bed rails. Hardest to see were his eyes. They were wide open, unblinking and crusted. I didn’t know at the time he was agitated, refusing to close his eyes and rest, and trying to disconnect his life support before his older daughter Susie and I arrived. He had been given a drug to paralyze him so his body could rest.
Immediately, I regretted the thought. No circumstance is too great for God. Jeremiah 32: 17 (NIV) says, “Ah, Sovereign Lord, you have made the heavens and the earth by your great power and outstretched arm. Nothing is too hard for you.” Benny could survive. We needed to wait to see how God answered our prayers to know if Benny would survive.
Over a period of three or four months, Benny moved from ICU to a “step-down” unit, to the rehabilitation building, to a nursing home, and then onto an eastbound plane to live near his son and younger daughter Sheila in New Jersey. I moved to Georgia and Benny moved back to Phoenix, Arizona with Sheila and her husband, but we never lost touch. Benny wrote encouraging letters of healing relationships within his family. He lived to see his last “baby” have her first baby.
We were neighbors who became friends because we shared a love of animals. He is the only person who has ever called me Jannie, until Sheila made the nickname “official.” Perhaps when her daughter begins to talk, she will continue the custom.
Then one day Benny was on life support once more. His heart, liver and kidneys were failing. Eleven years previously, it was not Benny’s time to die. This time it was and he was ready to go. His family did not plan a sad funeral. Instead, they planned a simple celebration of his life. These are my favorite lines from the copy of the eulogy his daughter sent to me:
“Death is not an end to life but rather the beginning of a new one, an everlasting one. Rather than grieve for ourselves, let us rejoice in the gifts that Benny left behind. Every one of you is here because Benny touched your lives.”
Benny and I shared a passion for reading, and for years he faithfully mailed boxes of books - mainly mysteries, biographies, and books on animals. He was excited when I started sending him copies of stories I was writing, although he would have been happier if they had been mystery books.
Writing mystery stories was once my dream, but my goal changed over the years. In my eulogy, I hope someone will be able to say I touched a life or two with the stories I write, hoping to encourage people to look to God for answers, strength, comfort, wisdom, and the fruits of the Holy Spirit.
Benny should have died eleven years earlier than he did, but God granted him those extra years. I was relieved God did not grant the prayer request I breathed silently at the beginning of this story.
Knowing Benny was an adventure in friendship, but watching him virtually return from teetering on the edge of the grave was a visual lesson in God’s power and sovereignty. That is what Jesus essentially accomplished for us. We were teetering on the edge of the grave in our sins, and Christ paid the price to redeem us.
© 2006 Janice Price
www.mercyandpercy.com/
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
BREATHING IS NOT OPTIONAL
Breathing Is Not Optional
By Janice Price
Anyone that has endured a Phoenix summer knows the irony of the platitude “but it’s a dry heat”. Georgia summers are similar, except we swelter in a sauna instead of a furnace. It doesn’t matter whether you can fry an egg on the sidewalk at 115 degrees. Can you breathe?
At 122 degrees does your car battery work? Is that a strange hiccup coming from your truck engine? Listen to your air conditioner as it labors to breathe hot air in and hot air out to “cool” your home. Apartment complex chillers and evaporative coolers are no match for the still, hot air. When the pollution hangs low, breathing becomes a life and death struggle for persons with respiratory illnesses.
The flu is more entertaining. When your body temperature reaches 104 degrees, you feel as if you are being barbecued from the inside. That might explain the hot brick in your chest, which your lungs are working valiantly to expel. When you prop yourself up to rest, you can hear squeaky hinges, gurgles, whistles, bagpipes and other assorted music as you struggle to breathe. All that’s missing down there are the circus clowns.
Genesis 2:7 states that after God created man from the dust of the earth, (He) breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being. Your brain may begin to broil at 104 degrees, but you are still aware of a simple law of life: if you don’t breathe, you die. Period. Breathing is mandatory to life.
In the physical, we tend to prefer lukewarm to either hot or cold. But what about in the spirit? I like the NIV translation of 1 Thessalonians 5:19: Do not put out the Spirit’s fire. The Holy Spirit breathes passion, zest and energy into our lives. We want to fan the flames, not douse the fire with cold water or aspirin.
(Jesus) breathed on (His disciples) and said, “Receive the Holy Spirit.” (John 20:22) This is a fresh air verse for a person in respiratory distress. It brings to mind a lovely spring day. The windows are open; the curtains are stirring in the breeze. One can almost inhale His life-giving breath.
Jesus also told His disciples, The Spirit gives life. (John 6:63) Just as it is imperative we continue breathing to live physically, we require the Holy Spirit to live spiritually. If effect, we can’t “breathe” spiritually without Him. His indwelling presence is mandatory to Life.
As we learn to rely on the Holy Spirit, we begin to exhale the pollution of sin and disobedience. The wheezing ceases. The inflammation heals. The cough is suppressed. We can breathe!
And as our spiritual respiratory system is cleared up and cleaned out, we are eager to devour and digest the word of God. We are thirsty for two-way conversation with our Father. We are passionate to forge a closer, stronger bond with our Savior. Our spiritual temperature rises and we become on fire to share Him with others in respiratory distress. Spiritually–speaking, we cease struggling to breathe on our own and trust the Holy Spirit to breathe within us.
A high thermometer reading or a high thermostat reading can make us uncomfortable. It can affect our health. It can even hasten our death in certain circumstances. But it can’t kill us spiritually.
How often do we thank God for the blessing of breathing? We generally take it for granted. But periodically our Father will turn up the heat to remind us that we are totally dependent on Him for everything. Even for breathing. And to remind us that for physical/spirit-led beings breathing is not optional.
© 2005 Janice Price
www.mercyandpercy.com/
By Janice Price
Anyone that has endured a Phoenix summer knows the irony of the platitude “but it’s a dry heat”. Georgia summers are similar, except we swelter in a sauna instead of a furnace. It doesn’t matter whether you can fry an egg on the sidewalk at 115 degrees. Can you breathe?
At 122 degrees does your car battery work? Is that a strange hiccup coming from your truck engine? Listen to your air conditioner as it labors to breathe hot air in and hot air out to “cool” your home. Apartment complex chillers and evaporative coolers are no match for the still, hot air. When the pollution hangs low, breathing becomes a life and death struggle for persons with respiratory illnesses.
The flu is more entertaining. When your body temperature reaches 104 degrees, you feel as if you are being barbecued from the inside. That might explain the hot brick in your chest, which your lungs are working valiantly to expel. When you prop yourself up to rest, you can hear squeaky hinges, gurgles, whistles, bagpipes and other assorted music as you struggle to breathe. All that’s missing down there are the circus clowns.
Genesis 2:7 states that after God created man from the dust of the earth, (He) breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being. Your brain may begin to broil at 104 degrees, but you are still aware of a simple law of life: if you don’t breathe, you die. Period. Breathing is mandatory to life.
In the physical, we tend to prefer lukewarm to either hot or cold. But what about in the spirit? I like the NIV translation of 1 Thessalonians 5:19: Do not put out the Spirit’s fire. The Holy Spirit breathes passion, zest and energy into our lives. We want to fan the flames, not douse the fire with cold water or aspirin.
(Jesus) breathed on (His disciples) and said, “Receive the Holy Spirit.” (John 20:22) This is a fresh air verse for a person in respiratory distress. It brings to mind a lovely spring day. The windows are open; the curtains are stirring in the breeze. One can almost inhale His life-giving breath.
Jesus also told His disciples, The Spirit gives life. (John 6:63) Just as it is imperative we continue breathing to live physically, we require the Holy Spirit to live spiritually. If effect, we can’t “breathe” spiritually without Him. His indwelling presence is mandatory to Life.
As we learn to rely on the Holy Spirit, we begin to exhale the pollution of sin and disobedience. The wheezing ceases. The inflammation heals. The cough is suppressed. We can breathe!
And as our spiritual respiratory system is cleared up and cleaned out, we are eager to devour and digest the word of God. We are thirsty for two-way conversation with our Father. We are passionate to forge a closer, stronger bond with our Savior. Our spiritual temperature rises and we become on fire to share Him with others in respiratory distress. Spiritually–speaking, we cease struggling to breathe on our own and trust the Holy Spirit to breathe within us.
A high thermometer reading or a high thermostat reading can make us uncomfortable. It can affect our health. It can even hasten our death in certain circumstances. But it can’t kill us spiritually.
How often do we thank God for the blessing of breathing? We generally take it for granted. But periodically our Father will turn up the heat to remind us that we are totally dependent on Him for everything. Even for breathing. And to remind us that for physical/spirit-led beings breathing is not optional.
© 2005 Janice Price
www.mercyandpercy.com/
Thursday, December 22, 2005
HEART'S DESIRE 2006
Heart's Desire 2006
By Janice Price
It is hard to think of the Christmas season without thinking of children - excited children surrounded by the love of their extended families. This year thousands of children survived one of America’s tornados, floods, or hurricanes, such as Hurricane Katrina, but lost everything familiar to them – their homes, schools, churches, friends, neighbors, toys and pets. Many are hundreds or thousands of miles away from familiar places, as their parents struggle to keep their families together and build a new life for themselves and their children.
This year has also been hard for a number of adults, for a variety of reasons: a death in the family, loss of a career, declining health, being caretaker of an aging parent or a disabled child ….
This year a friend is again struggling with depression. One of her sons killed himself a few days before Christmas. That happened eighteen years ago, but he was her son and the pain of losing a child never completely heals.
Yes, this year has been filled with bad news and tragedy. Many lives remain in limbo. Hard-working homeowners have mortgages payments due, even though they no longer have a home. Folks who worked hard to be self-supporting have watched their life savings disappear, while their homeowner’s insurance company quibbles over whether what is left of the roof was ever actually attached to walls and a foundation. The need for help and compassion will continue well into the new year.
The year has also been filled with magnanimous expressions of generosity and love toward strangers, churches helping other churches and people of differing beliefs working together toward a common goal - to help the uprooted and those in need. It is inspiring to reflect on the selflessness manifested by so many in times of disaster.
The faith of many was tested and strengthened. Some found faith in crisis. Others are still searching.
Whatever the year was like for each of us, individually, the hope of a Christian is not in our circumstances. This life is temporary and there will always be things happen that are beyond our control.
As we grow in Christ, we have more to offer others in crisis, even if we do not have the means to make financial donations. We can pray about the situations of others, write notes of encouragement, carry prepared meals, help with housecleaning, offer rides to appointments – the list is endless.
After the natural disasters of this year, and as the new year fast approaches, I find my heart’s desire for 2006 is to have an abundance of everything to share with those in need, including a loving heart, a listening ear and a non-judgmental spirit.
What is your heart’s desire for the year 2006?
© 2005 Janice Price
www.mercyandpercy.com
By Janice Price
It is hard to think of the Christmas season without thinking of children - excited children surrounded by the love of their extended families. This year thousands of children survived one of America’s tornados, floods, or hurricanes, such as Hurricane Katrina, but lost everything familiar to them – their homes, schools, churches, friends, neighbors, toys and pets. Many are hundreds or thousands of miles away from familiar places, as their parents struggle to keep their families together and build a new life for themselves and their children.
This year has also been hard for a number of adults, for a variety of reasons: a death in the family, loss of a career, declining health, being caretaker of an aging parent or a disabled child ….
This year a friend is again struggling with depression. One of her sons killed himself a few days before Christmas. That happened eighteen years ago, but he was her son and the pain of losing a child never completely heals.
Yes, this year has been filled with bad news and tragedy. Many lives remain in limbo. Hard-working homeowners have mortgages payments due, even though they no longer have a home. Folks who worked hard to be self-supporting have watched their life savings disappear, while their homeowner’s insurance company quibbles over whether what is left of the roof was ever actually attached to walls and a foundation. The need for help and compassion will continue well into the new year.
The year has also been filled with magnanimous expressions of generosity and love toward strangers, churches helping other churches and people of differing beliefs working together toward a common goal - to help the uprooted and those in need. It is inspiring to reflect on the selflessness manifested by so many in times of disaster.
The faith of many was tested and strengthened. Some found faith in crisis. Others are still searching.
Whatever the year was like for each of us, individually, the hope of a Christian is not in our circumstances. This life is temporary and there will always be things happen that are beyond our control.
As we grow in Christ, we have more to offer others in crisis, even if we do not have the means to make financial donations. We can pray about the situations of others, write notes of encouragement, carry prepared meals, help with housecleaning, offer rides to appointments – the list is endless.
After the natural disasters of this year, and as the new year fast approaches, I find my heart’s desire for 2006 is to have an abundance of everything to share with those in need, including a loving heart, a listening ear and a non-judgmental spirit.
What is your heart’s desire for the year 2006?
© 2005 Janice Price
www.mercyandpercy.com
Thursday, December 15, 2005
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS
By Janice Price
If the power goes off abruptly, the computer goes off too, and valuable information or files can be lost. This is why when my brother first loaned me a computer, he provided a battery back-up (UPS) with surge protection with it. It eventually bit the dust and I picked up the only type available at the local Wal-Mart, a little 350 VA, 200 Watt battery.
From the moment it was installed, it complained, always popping up a little window to let me know it wanted to upgrade to the next size - a 500 VA, 300 Watt model - or it did not have enough power to hang on by its three-pronged plug when the power would go off. And the electricity used to go off/on/off/on fairly often.
In a blink of an eye, the battery would drop from fully charged to seven minutes, or even one minute of battery time, and in the blink of the other eye, it would exhibit signs of mechanical mania. Boxes would start opening, warning me there was not enough power to shut down Windows, and suddenly Windows was sedated into hibernation.
After two years of this, my brother agreed to pick out a new battery for me. It arrived and I opened the package to stare at a 1000 VA, 600 Watt power protection unit. Now, this battery won’t wimp out in an emergency. At least it wouldn’t if I could get it to work.
I spent hours on it last night, with the directions, a light and a magnifying glass, tracking all the cords and wires to make sure they were all plugged in correctly. The speakers and DSL modem had to be plugged into a separate surge protector. There were only two places for the three phone cords from the old battery. How did I decide which two to use? That was easy. The two that fit. But the third cord was a modem cord. It was important too. Oh, well.
By three a.m., everything was attached and the software was loaded, but there was no battery in the computer hardware list and no communication between the battery and Windows. I had a program that opened, smiled at me and said everything was fine and dandy, but it was lying through its remote port.
First thing this morning I uninstalled and reinstalled the battery software. I pulled the plug on the battery several times. It would sit there beeping. The computer didn’t crash, but it didn’t shut down either. Nothing I tried could resolve the problem. The computer is reconnected to the old UPS.
This is the kind of equipment my brother Doug would enjoy. (He just might get it for Christmas.) But I have no doubt he will pop in one of these days, take one look at the new battery and transfer everything onto it without ever looking at the directions. This time the software will load properly and the battery will communicate with and monitor the computer.
Why will he be successful when my attempts ended in tears over my failure? Unlike Doug, I was born without the technical/mechanical gene, and no amount of reading or study can penetrate deep enough for me to understand how machinery works. I struggle to grow in knowledge on the computer, something that “comes natural” for him.
One of the reasons I spent many years in the pre-grace Worldwide Church of God was because I thought I was too dumb to understand the Bible without someone more spiritual-minded explaining it to me. There is still so much I don’t understand, but now I trust God to reveal what I need to learn, using whatever method He chooses at the moment.
I don’t remember the minister of the church I attended as a child being question-friendly or preaching much about the Holy Spirit, and I did not understand I was born with a human spirit and no amount of reading or study without the Holy Spirit could penetrate deep enough for me to understand the Bible.
It occurred to me today after wrestling with the UPS, if we are properly “plugged in” to God as our power source and running the companion software of Christ, the Holy Spirit monitors our hearts to keep the communication free-flowing and alerting us to possible power failures.
I thought the hours invested with the new UPS were time wasted, but amazingly God has used this failure to remind me of what is important.
God gave us Jesus, His Son - the Living Word of God. We have the opportunity to understand the written word of God because Jesus the Christ was born in a manger in Bethlehem to a young girl and her husband.
Even though we don’t know the exact date of his birth, we celebrate it on December 25th. So, Happy Birthday, Jesus! And Merry Christmas to all!
© 2005 Janice Price
www.mercyandpercy.com
By Janice Price
If the power goes off abruptly, the computer goes off too, and valuable information or files can be lost. This is why when my brother first loaned me a computer, he provided a battery back-up (UPS) with surge protection with it. It eventually bit the dust and I picked up the only type available at the local Wal-Mart, a little 350 VA, 200 Watt battery.
From the moment it was installed, it complained, always popping up a little window to let me know it wanted to upgrade to the next size - a 500 VA, 300 Watt model - or it did not have enough power to hang on by its three-pronged plug when the power would go off. And the electricity used to go off/on/off/on fairly often.
In a blink of an eye, the battery would drop from fully charged to seven minutes, or even one minute of battery time, and in the blink of the other eye, it would exhibit signs of mechanical mania. Boxes would start opening, warning me there was not enough power to shut down Windows, and suddenly Windows was sedated into hibernation.
After two years of this, my brother agreed to pick out a new battery for me. It arrived and I opened the package to stare at a 1000 VA, 600 Watt power protection unit. Now, this battery won’t wimp out in an emergency. At least it wouldn’t if I could get it to work.
I spent hours on it last night, with the directions, a light and a magnifying glass, tracking all the cords and wires to make sure they were all plugged in correctly. The speakers and DSL modem had to be plugged into a separate surge protector. There were only two places for the three phone cords from the old battery. How did I decide which two to use? That was easy. The two that fit. But the third cord was a modem cord. It was important too. Oh, well.
By three a.m., everything was attached and the software was loaded, but there was no battery in the computer hardware list and no communication between the battery and Windows. I had a program that opened, smiled at me and said everything was fine and dandy, but it was lying through its remote port.
First thing this morning I uninstalled and reinstalled the battery software. I pulled the plug on the battery several times. It would sit there beeping. The computer didn’t crash, but it didn’t shut down either. Nothing I tried could resolve the problem. The computer is reconnected to the old UPS.
This is the kind of equipment my brother Doug would enjoy. (He just might get it for Christmas.) But I have no doubt he will pop in one of these days, take one look at the new battery and transfer everything onto it without ever looking at the directions. This time the software will load properly and the battery will communicate with and monitor the computer.
Why will he be successful when my attempts ended in tears over my failure? Unlike Doug, I was born without the technical/mechanical gene, and no amount of reading or study can penetrate deep enough for me to understand how machinery works. I struggle to grow in knowledge on the computer, something that “comes natural” for him.
One of the reasons I spent many years in the pre-grace Worldwide Church of God was because I thought I was too dumb to understand the Bible without someone more spiritual-minded explaining it to me. There is still so much I don’t understand, but now I trust God to reveal what I need to learn, using whatever method He chooses at the moment.
I don’t remember the minister of the church I attended as a child being question-friendly or preaching much about the Holy Spirit, and I did not understand I was born with a human spirit and no amount of reading or study without the Holy Spirit could penetrate deep enough for me to understand the Bible.
It occurred to me today after wrestling with the UPS, if we are properly “plugged in” to God as our power source and running the companion software of Christ, the Holy Spirit monitors our hearts to keep the communication free-flowing and alerting us to possible power failures.
I thought the hours invested with the new UPS were time wasted, but amazingly God has used this failure to remind me of what is important.
God gave us Jesus, His Son - the Living Word of God. We have the opportunity to understand the written word of God because Jesus the Christ was born in a manger in Bethlehem to a young girl and her husband.
Even though we don’t know the exact date of his birth, we celebrate it on December 25th. So, Happy Birthday, Jesus! And Merry Christmas to all!
© 2005 Janice Price
www.mercyandpercy.com
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