Happy unlucky Monday the thirteenth Y’all. I have no clue how Friday the 13th stole all the thunder from Monday the 13th, but that’s what we have to live with in this fallen world I suppose.
What makes this Monday the 13th unlucky to the uber degree is the fact that it’s the second month in a row we’ve had to endure one. If you don’t believe me just flip your calendar back a page a see for yourself.
You see…February had a Monday the 13th, too. Now you hurt my feelings by actually checking. Shame on you.
It’s a good thing I’m not actually superstitious or nothing because last month would have done me in to the uber degree.
I was working with the Apainter Paul on an interior job. The tall ceilings made it necessary to use ladders to paint the tops of the walls. No, I didn’t walk under any of said ladders at all if I could at all help it…not that I actually believe it’s unlucky or nothing.
The real problem came from the three cats the lady had for fur children. Yeah, she never got married so the cats are her kids…not that she considers herself a crazy cat lady or nothing. That’s what I overheard her tell someone on the phone.
Anywho…all three of these felines are black. She can tell them all apart. Good fur her.
Now I can’t think of an unluckier event than to have three black cats cross under a feller’s ladder on a Monday the 13th…but I lived to tell about it, y’all.
There are some folks who hope they’re lucky enough to get into heaven after they die. They think if they go to church enough times and give the appropriate amount of money to the right charitable organizations they’ll make it.
Not by the hair of their black cat’s chin.
They count on their good deeds being enough to earn their way through those pearly gates.
Not by attaching all the ladders together will that get them to reach heaven’s foundation.
They pray they’re better than just enough people to make the cut to be selected on God’s team.
Not by any number of anything will that work neither.
There’s nothing anybody can do to get to heaven. There is something one man did to get you into heaven, though.
Jesus Christ was a unique individual…actually He still is. It’s a stretch for our puny minds to comprehend, but Jesus was God and man in one package. His perfect life made him the ultimate one to become the ultimate sacrifice to die in our place in God’s eyes.
There’s nothing superstitious about this. By admitting your inability to reach heaven on your own efforts because of your sinning you have taken the important first step to getting there.
The second step is accepting Jesus’s death as done in your place.
The third step will be when you walk across that threshold of those pearly gates.
Your eternity with God won’t start when you get to heaven. No, He wants to develop that relationship you’ve always longed for right here and now.
Yeah, I’m not hawking a religion here. Christianity was always meant to be a personal relationship with the Creator of the universe.
Jesus always called God His Father. Once you become Jesus’s adopted brother or sister you can, too.
No amount of black critters, ladders nor numbers will ever take that away from you, neither.
This will all make perfect sense when we all get to heaven.
You can thank me when you see me there someday.
Keep smiling. Wade