I’ve never called in sick on a Sunday morning in all my years in ministry. Snow, sleet or rain I showed up every Sunday to perform my ministerial duties. But, all streaks of good inevitably fail at some point. It almost happened; I almost called in sick, well not sick, but unable to get there. You see…….I couldn’t lift my hullavator— what does one do when one’s hullavator doesn’t budge? I unlocked it; I locked it; I unlocked it again; I fussed at it; I slapped it; I read and re-read the directions; I looked toward heaven for help. Then I happened to lean on one arm of my Hullavator (kayak rack) and it released and lifted to the roof easy as pie.
Note to self: when things won’t move in the direction I need them to — look to heaven and lean into the problem.