Saturday, April 20, 2013
And speaking of Chuck Norris...
So last night, I'm up last watching a really bad Chuck Norris movie (The Hitman). It's after midnight, and I'm checking my e-mail, and I see one from a couple of days ago from my minister inviting me to a men's prayer breakfast at 6AM this morning.
6AM? Really? On a Saturday? But part of me feels like I should be there.
However, another part of me--the weaselly part--suggests that I can make the guilty feeling go away by sending an e-mail right now asking for directions to the location (because it wasn't in the e-mail), because there's no way that I'm going to get a reply back in time to be able to find the place and attend. And if I don't get directions, then it's not really my fault if I can't go, right? So I send the e-mail, thinking that, having actually expressed a desire to attend, I'm covered now.
Imagine my surprise when I get a reply back in less than a minute with the directions. From the minister himself. At 1230AM. He's glad that I'll be there, he says. Not much I can do now. I groan and set the alarm for 5AM.
Come morning, I make it there, tired but on time. I see the minister in the kitchen, helping with the breakfast. I thank him for his prompt response to my e-mail, but of course I have to ask him why he was up so late the night before to even get my e-mail.
"Well normally I wouldn't have been up so late," he replied. "But I got hooked on this old Chuck Norris movie that was on..."
The Lord works in mysterious ways.