During Lent, I don’t give up chocolate or carbs or going to the movies. I try to either take on a “mitzvah” – helping at a homeless shelter or something of the sort – or giving up a personal trait I wish I didn’t have. Most years, it’s trying to be less judgemental. I’ve been at this for a while, but I haven’t made nearly as much progress as I’d hoped.
A few weeks ago, the Squire was to meet a man at the church to discuss possibly changing the alarm system. About fifteen minutes after the scheduled time, our phone rang.
“This is Jason, from ABC Security. I can’t find the church.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m on Bridge Drive.”
Sir, Bridge Drive dead ends at the church parking lot.”
“Oh. Is that the church? I’ve driven past it a couple of times.”
Brick building. Steeple. Big sign. Grave yard. Yup, that’s a church.
I think God is testing me.
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