There I was, sitting at my desk, working on my computer (Macintosh ibook G4), the lights go off for one second, the lights come back on - my computer didn't. Nothing, nada, zip, zilch, dead in the water, it will not start. Sundays music, my sermon, the announcements video - everything - gone. Grrrrrrrrr!
My reaction to this has been interesting to me. Did I cuss? Nope. Am I in mourning? Actually yes. Not so much for the computer, but what's on it. (Yes I backup, but I probably lost about a months worth of work if the hard drive is fried.) Now is where it gets interesting. My first thought was, "Devil, you lousy thief, give me my computer back!" Now I know that FPL has issues, and I have surge protectors to protect me from their issues. (Notice that none of the printers or any other piece of equipment was harmed last night.) But the computer that is currently working on some God given plans for this church over the next few months is the one that gets attacked. Then it hits me! We're doing something right! This dead computer is confirmation that we're on the right track! Thank you devil for confirming God's will to us. But you still owe me a computer. By the way, I want a new one. Not because I wanted it - but because this computer was dedicated to and belonged to God. You’re a thief, you got caught and now you have to pay. Devil, you give us what God wants.
Now I'm leaving in a few minutes to go to the Apple Store with my dead computer which is doubling as confirmation of God's will. I believe that we can raise the dead, and we're going to try. But I also believe there is a new computer on the way. Devil, you’re going to help us fulfill God's plan for Palm City, and there is nothing you can do about it!
Do preachers cuss? I've know a few from time to time who've lost it. But yesterday, this one didn't! Praise God from whom all blessings flow!