It could have been me this Sunday. I was the guy who accepted a drive to Memphis, Tennessee that left at midnight Friday. My budget was yelling at me again after I sat around Tuesday through Friday with no work.
I’m not complaining, just showing you what the life of a temporary truck driver is like in today’s economy.
What this amounted to was me driving to Tennessee instead of sleeping Friday night through Saturday morning. Sleeping Saturday afternoon and evening instead of having a real life like everyone else on the planet. Then driving back Saturday night and Sunday early morning instead of sleeping again.
I won’t even mention the text message I received at 3:30 Saturday afternoon while I was asleep. Some people are soooo ruuude!
Don’t worry. I fell back to sleep a couple hours later.
Skipping church is not an option for me in the summer months because I agreed to reprise my role as the toddler whisperer so regular folks can rest up a few months when it’s hotter than a Texas playground at high noon. Some people are soooo smarrrrt.
Fortunately I belong to a church that doesn’t believe you can lose your salvation if you show up late. So I cut myself some slack and snuck in after the collection plates were passed. Not like a temp truck driver has anything to slip in the plate anyway.
Besides, they don’t want us to bring hot coffee into the sanctuary while others are nodding off. If everybody leaves for their own cup it could throw the visiting preacher off too much I guess.
Trust me, coffee was definitely part of my sanctification process this week.
Second service is when I get to release my inner grandpa. It was a good thing I came in because some others sluggards called in this week. Maybe they had two text messages during the night. I can relate.
Anyway, I got moved to a room with slightly older kids, by a few months maybe. Some of them were regulars for me. Hadley was my girl-friend this week. No, not the other Hadley. This week there was only one in my room. Never mind.
So far this summer the kids have been pretty good. Maybe it’s because the fire alarm hasn’t gone off, yet. Maybe they’ve just been gooder kids.
This week more than made up for all the hitting, slapping, grabbing toys someone else is playing with and crying, for that to have been missing from normal kids in their terrible twos.
The thought that kept playing in my sleep-deprived mind was: What is with these kids’ parents to have such depraved little people like this?
Yeah, I didn’t blame this precious little darlings. They didn’t ask to be born with such selfish tendencies. They got that from their parents. I’ve been listening to enough radio preachers through the years to know that for a fact.
My best friend Jesus has a soft spot in His heart for these little tykes, too. He even wants us to come to our Father God just like they do: as innocent, selfish, sin-depraved kids in need of a Savior. Trusting God still loves us even after we made Hadley cry, again.
I told you it was one of those weeks.
I’m writing this on Sunday evening. Now that the sun is setting I think I’ll see if I can fall back into a “normal” sleep routine. Maybe I’ll sleep til the cows come home.
Wait a second, I don’t live on a farm anymore. I live in a big city. Perhaps I can sleep til the garbage truck comes by.
Reality can be so ugly sometimes.
Keep smiling. Wade