Counting the Chimes

>> Saturday, March 16, 2013

In the quiet of the house, I counted the chimes the clock sounded out … seven times. Yet I knew I had begun ironing at 1:30 … probably 30 minutes ago. The knowledge that our wonderful timepiece no longer worked correctly gave me pause. The purchase had been a gift from God … in the form of a tax refund. Years ago, my husband, John, and I had spotted it at Costco … the only one. And we agreed we both liked it … which was unusual. But the purchase just wasn’t in our budget.

And then … on the way home from the store … our accountant called to tell us the good news. The refund amount exactly covered the price.

We did a U-turn.
Over the years I’ve counted on that clock. Wherever I was in my home, I knew what time it was without looking. Especially in the night, when I didn’t want to disturb John, I lay in the dark counting the chimes … to see if it was close enough to morning to just get up.

Now I could no longer count on it.
As I ironed, I thought of people who have crossed my path … become someone I could count on … solid in their faith and wisdom. Yet something happened to cause them to become unreliable. My thoughts turned to me. Have I been that person? When I speak forth … can others count on me?

Can they count on you?

“People knew God perfectly well, but when they didn’t treat him like God, refusing to worship him, they trivialized themselves into silliness and confusion so that there was neither sense nor direction left in their lives. They pretended to know it all, but were illiterate regarding life.” Romans 1:21-22 (MSG)


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