Wednesday, July 24, 2013

I experienced a minor miracle on my way to work the other day. As I was driving, my van suddenly became obnoxiously noisy. I called Bob. With Bob's new job, he can be anywhere in the metropolitan Detroit area at any given time.

When I called, he was having lunch 30 seconds from where I was (30 seconds!!!). I needed help right that minute and God provided Bob right that minute.

He strolled out of the restaurant and saw that my muffler dragging behind me (hence the obnoxiously loud noise). He went back into the restaurant, grabbed a knife, cut the muffler off and tossed it in the back of the van.  As I roared off (dragster style), my eyes filled with tears of awed gratitude. The whole "fix" had delayed me less than five minutes.

A little side story. When I asked Bob where he was, he answered he was right across from The Wart knowing I would know exactly where that was.

When we were little, my older brother Jeff grew a giant wart on his finger. No amount of Compound W appeared to diminish the size or staunch the growth. He had me and my little brother Craig convinced it was contagious and would torment us by pressing that gruesome thing against our exposed skin in unsuspecting moments. I was terrified it was only a matter of days before I sprouted my own nasty wart.

One day on our way home from church, Craig pointed to this domed white structure (I have no idea what it is or what purpose it serves), and claimed it was Jeff's big wart on display. From that day forward, we never drove by it without acknowledging it as Jeff's wart on display.

Decades later, I still can't resist pointing out Uncle Jeff's Big Wart on Display to my own family. Who knew God would use The Wart landmark to show me exactly where Bob was at exactly the time I needed him? And even gave me one more reason to be thankful: I never did sprout my own nasty wart.