Proof of God, or, Jesus Ain't Takin' This Lyin' Down

So I got up this morning a bit late, tired from yesterday spent at a conference in Dallas. I called my boss just to let her know I'd be a few minutes tardy. I started out, and got halfway down my alley when the car runs out of gas. (Of course, you couldn't really tell that that's what it was, as when my car runs out of gas, the needle sits on 1/10 of a tank, and every warning light comes on.) So, I decide that it would be better for my car to block MY driveway rather than a neighbors, and I start a pushin'. I get to the back of the house with the chainlink fence and the five (count 'em, FIVE) barking dogs, and can push no more. I notice a retired couple walking (like they do) down my alley, and they ask if I can use some help. I say yep, and they help me push the car at least to the side of the alley. Then they ask if I have a gascan, and I give them my gascan and $10 and showers of thank you's.

So, I sit and wait. While I do this, 30 minutes pass. Of course, Im not angry at my sweet retired couple (Mack and Linda, btw), but I have to admit it ran through my head that they may do this a lot, and have a collection of ten dollar bills and gascans at home. Then, like most reformed baptists in my position do, I prayed.

"God, I know you and me have been having our differences lately, but I could really use an assist, here."

So eventually Mack gets back with my gascan, we pour it in, and she starts right up. I again shower Mack with thanks and blessings, and ask if there is anything I can do to repay him. He says, "Just take a look at this, and my number is in the back if you ever want to talk."

And he handed me a book titled Seeking God.

More to come.