If This Is Autumn, What Was Summer? (standard:humor, 907 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Sep 30 2018	Views/Reads: 1702/1143	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
You cannot always select the “storm” in your life, but you can always trust Jesus to get you through it.

I must confess that in the Parsonage there are times of confusion. It
has nothing to do with age; it has everything to do with the human 
brain that is undernourished. 

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage can say one thing and I can say
something completely different. There are those rare occasions when we 
are on the same page, the same sentence and almost the same words. 
Those occasions do not come as often as I would like. 

The good news is, we are all on the same book, which makes the
difference. 

The other day, for example, I was in a panic mode. I was trying to get
stuff done and was not making progress. Finally, the Gracious Mistress 
of the Parsonage said, “What are you in such a fuss about?” 

“Well,” I said rather exhaustively, “it's Friday and I'm trying to get
my work done.” 

My wife just stood there looking at me with one of those “looks” she is
most famous for. Then, placing both hands on her hips, she said, “Silly 
boy, don't you know it's Thursday?” 

It is quite disconcerting when you get something wrong. You think you
are doing the right thing, but it turns out you are not. I think it is 
one day and it turns out to be another day instead. Sometimes one day 
looks exactly like the other. 

As we were eating breakfast the other day, my wife stopped and said, “Do
you know this is the first day of autumn?” 

I had to stop and think about that for a while. That means summer is
over and fall is in the air. 

“If it's autumn,” I said quite seriously, “why is it still so hot
outside?” The last three weeks the temperature has been in the 90s and 
the heat index was over 100. That is really hot. 

Looking at her, I said, “It sure doesn't feel like autumn does it?” She
agreed with me, which was quite an accomplishment on my side of the 
table. 

A song says, “And the beat goes on.” I would like to change that a
little bit and sing a song, “And the heat goes on.” Simply put, I found 
no difference between the first week of autumn in the last week of 
summer. After all, if it is autumn then the weather ought to act like 
it is autumn. 

I did not realize how serious the heat was. I was going Wednesday
morning to a local elementary school to participate in the “Pray around 
the Pole.” It was the first thing in the morning so I decided not to 
have breakfast before I went, but rather go to my favorite restaurant 
for breakfast after the event. 

As I was walking to the pole, I noticed it was rather hot outside. Oh
well, I thought to myself, I am not going to be here long so I can just 
endure it. 

About eight of the teachers had gathered around the pole along with a
resource officer. We gathered in a circle, held hands and began to 
pray. Many of them prayed and my job was to close the session in 
prayer. 

As they began praying, I felt a little odd. Now my wife will tell you
that it is not just a feeling; I am odd. But my blonde roots were 
beginning to manifest itself and I was feeling a little dizzy. I felt 
the sweat roll off my face and my legs were wobbling, more than usual. 
I really did not feel good at the time. 

Then, it came time to close the session in prayer. I cannot remember
what I prayed because every word that came out of my mouth felt weird 
and odd. I was getting dizzy and I was thinking to myself, “Just don't 
fall down.” I knew if I fell down, somebody would call the ambulance 
and rush me off to the hospital. The last place I wanted to be. 



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