by Bill Dye
One time, right before I left to go on a trip, I got into my truck and it wouldn’t start. Dead as a doorknob. I was leaving so I figured I’d worry about that when I got back. Took the other vehicle.
But then when I got back, I forgot that the truck was dead until I was getting ready to leave for work in the morning. It looked like the headlights had been left on–duh–so I jumped it with Amy’s car. I let it run for a while. Turned it off. Turned it back on: it fired right up.
Then the next morning the truck wouldn’t start. Amy was working at the time, and she was already at the end of the drive.
But it was too late. I could have called her, but I figured it would probably be more hassle than it was worth. The batter wasn’t holding a charge, so I knew I’d have trouble coming home from work too. I’ll just ride the motorcycle.
So I get on the motorcycle and start to back out. What in the world. The rear tire was verylow.
Better take the truck.
Andrew was coming out of the house about to drive to school.
“Hey, Andrew. Come jump me.”
Truck fires right up.
I realized I’d left my bag inside, so I left the truck running and walked inside to grab my bag while Andrew pulled off.
When I go back to the truck, the doors were locked.
Huh. I didn’t lock that door.
It must have locked when the truck computer reset.
Great. My keys and phone are locked in a running truck. I don’t have an extra key, but I know Amy still has a keyless remote for the truck on her keychain.
I thought, “Well, the truck is almost empty, I’ll just leave it running and let it run out of gas.”
But then I thought, “Wait. If the battery dies when the truck stops that means that the keyless remote won’t work either.”
I aired up the motorcycle, rode the 25-mile round trip to retrieve the other keyless entry from Amy, and then came back push the button.
The truck was running, but the keyless remote wasn’t working. I pushed the button again and again. I realized its battery must be dead.
So I raced to the hardware store for a battery, took apart the little keyless remote, out with the old in with the new, bushed the button: nothing.
The truck just kept idling, my keys in the ignition.
Must be some circuitry thing wrong with the keyless remote.
By now I’d wasted over an hour, the truck was still running, and I had no way to get the door open.
I sighed. “Fine. I’ll go inside and call Pop-a-Lock.”
But wait… the house doors are locked, my house key is in the truck, and the garage door opener is there too.
I’ll just get the spare… oh wait, a friend borrowed our spare key.
Why did this happen to me? Was God trying to teach me something? Is it for some sin in my life. Or could it just be that this happened because I left the headlights on and was too cheap to get a spare key?
Here’s what I know. No matter why it happens God can still use it for his glory. Troubles are that way.
(1 Peter 1:6-7) In this you greatly rejoice, even though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been distressed by various trials,
7 that the proof of your faith, being more precious than gold which is perishable, even though tested by fire, may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ;