Trying to go somewhere, I ended up nowhere (standard:humor, 894 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jan 23 2012	Views/Reads: 2674/3	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
It was one of those weeks where, if I accomplished anything that delicious slice of information has completely eluded the tiny gray cells floating in my cranium. It is not as if those little gray cells had anything else to do.

It was one of those weeks where, if I accomplished anything that
delicious slice of information has completely eluded the tiny gray 
cells floating in my cranium. It is not as if those little gray cells 
had anything else to do. 

As I suffused my weary body into my La-Z-Boy chair, I knew I was tired
but I could not figure out what I had done during the week to make me 
this tired. After all, it did not seem like I had accomplished anything 
of significance this week. I was trying to do something, of course, but 
I had absolutely nothing to show for it. What was I trying to do this 
past week? 

A verse of Scripture began haunting me as I thought about this.
"Therefore to him that knoweth to do good, and doeth it not, to him it 
is sin" (James 4:17). What was I supposed to "doeth" that I did not get 
around to "doething”? 

Of course, there was that funeral I had this past week. Unfortunately, I
opened my book to the wrong page and begin the funeral by saying, 
"Dearly beloved we are gathered together here to unite these two in 
holy matrimony." 

Holy macaroni! 

What a difference the wrong page makes. At least I was not officiating
at a wedding and said, "Ashes to ashes, and dirt to dirt." Although, to 
be honest about it, I have had some weddings where I thought that 
phrase fit. 

I was tempted, only for a moment, to query the Gracious Mistress of the
Parsonage but I feared she would tell me. There is something to say 
about mystery. Nothing is more mysterious than the feminine side of the 
marriage equation. Odd isn't it, that the marriage equation is not 
always even. 

As I reflected upon my week past, I duly noted the activities that
occupied most of my week. Apart from the funeral, I had several 
hospital visits to make. As is usually the case, people conspire to go 
to the hospital at the same time but never at the same hospital. One 
even went out of town to go to a hospital. 

Other visits were made and other activities attended. Certain deadlines
were staring me in the face and I stared right back at them defiantly. 
I am not sure who won. 

Services and Bible studies needed to be prepared for which can take up a
lot of time. Then, don't you know it; my truck is always out of gas 
when I am in a hurry. I suppose I could fill my tank up when it got 
down to a certain level, but where would the fun be in that? Nothing 
compares to the adrenaline of being in a hurry and late for an 
appointment and then running out of gas. 

Do not get me wrong here. It is not that I do not enjoy giving my wife a
call on the cell phone when stranded along the side of the road. It is 
the highlight of the stranded experience. Usually, her response to my 
phone call is what stresses me out. 

"What," she declares in that sarcastic tone of hers, "have you run out
of gas again?" 

It is her theatrical use of the word "again" that I believe could easily
earn her an Oscar. I once presented her with an Oscar Meyer wiener, but 
she did not enjoy the joke. Personally, I thought it was a great joke 
and I really did not appreciate her reaction. Needless to say, I have 
not repeated that sin, although temptation is what it is. 

I suppose I did do things and accomplished something this past week, but
it really does not explain why I am as tired as I am tonight. I can 
remember there was a time that I did not even know the meaning of 
tired. I got tired all right; I just did not know the meaning of the 
word tired. 

Then the whole thing dawned on me. It was almost like being hit on the
head with an iron skillet by you know whom. The lights flashed. The 
lightbulb went on. I had an epiphany to end all epiphanies. 

At this point, I am surprised my wife did not get the jump on me with
this one. The reason I am so tired is because I am old. There, I said 
it. I have come to that point in life where being young is a fond 
fading memory. 

As this bit of information began marinating in my cranium, it had a very
comforting effect. Up to this point, I had been worrying about the fact 
that I was tired and I could not link that condition with any specific 
activity. As is usually the case, there are good sound reasons for 
everything. I began to look at my tired condition in a completely 
different light. 

I have earned my being tired. It is something I have worked for all my
life. Now, here it is. I am now collecting those wonderful dividends 
from all that activity of the past. 

As I thought about this, a marvelous verse of Scripture came to my mind.
"The glory of young men is their strength: and the beauty of old men is 
the gray head" (Proverbs 20:29 KJV). 

Being tired is the crown of a lifetime of activity. 


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