And Then the Thunder Roared (standard:humor, 904 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jul 14 2019	Views/Reads: 1406/1035	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
No matter what the situation, the great challenge of the Christian is to find something to give thanks for. A thief can’t steal anything of real value.

In our house, thunder has a variety of meanings. Some not as good as
others, but that is another story. Either way, I am not a fan of 
thunder. 

Recently, some heavy thunder visited our area along with rain and
lightning. I was beginning to understand how Noah felt during his first 
night in that Ark. Some of the thunder was so loud it seemed like it 
was inside our house. 

Thankfully, I lost my heebie-jeebies a long time ago. 

All week long the rain came and with the rain was lightning and of
course, thunder. What in the world would a rainstorm be without 
thunder? 

One night the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I decided to stay
inside and enjoy listening to the thunder on the outside. Nothing is 
more cozy than listening to it rain and thunder while drinking a nice 
hot cup of coffee. It is even better when an Apple fritter comes with 
that coffee, but that would create a different kind of thunder on the 
inside. 

I must point out during this time, young people were breaking into cars,
rummaging through them and stealing whatever they could find. Even 
locked cars were broken into and I wished I knew how they did that. I 
have locked myself out of my car several times. If only I had the 
skills of a car thief, I would not worry so much nor call AAA. 

I had my vehicle broken into once and they rummaged all through it.
Unfortunately, for them, I had nothing of value to steal, except 
several Bibles and a dozen gospel tracts. Not one of my Bibles or one 
of my tracts was stolen. All that work and they found nothing to steal. 
I had considered putting an offering plate on my seat with a sign that 
said, “Your tithe goes here.” 

When it comes to robbing vehicles, I have no experience. If I were going
to rob a car the best time to do it is doing a heavy thunderstorm when 
nobody wants to come outside. 

If I was going to invest time in stealing, which I am not, I would not
focus on cars, especially in my neighborhood. People keep the dumbest 
things in cars. 

While listening to the storm, it suddenly got quiet. Both my wife and I
took a deep breath and she said, “I think the storm's over. I'm going 
to go out and check my car.” 

I really never gave it much thought. I went back to the book I was
reading and then I heard it. The thunder roared again like I have never 
heard it roar before. I was waiting for the lightning to flash, but 
again the thunder roared. 

Of course, I thought it was thunder, but it turned out to be my wife
moaning in agony. 

I was rattled, jumped out of my chair and ran to the door to see what
was wrong. 

It took me a while to figure out what in the world was going on but when
I did, I broke out in uncontrollable laughter. I'm so sorry. That's the 
way my clock ticks. 

Standing there, I heard my wife screaming, “They broke into my car and
stole everything inside. What kind of people does this?” 

I rode in my wife's car many times and I have yet to find something in
her car worth the effort of stealing. Of course, hidden in a little 
space on the dashboard are several gift cards for restaurants. She 
always keeps a collection of these so they are handy when we stop for 
lunch when traveling. 

Everything in that car had been rummaged through and trash thrown all
over the place. The only thing these “amateur thieves” did not find was 
the gift cards. There they were as neatly as my wife had put them. If 
you would look at that part in the car, you would not know they were 


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