I only made one mistake last week, which is kind of a record for me. I try to limit the errors to one at a time, but not always in sequential order. I once tried to make my mistakes in a logical order, but it turned out to be a mistake.

The only misstep I made was taking Monday off.

I proposed to the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage that we take Monday off Sunday night, suggesting a contest to see who could sleep the longest. The kind lady of the parsonage accepted my plan immediately.

This should have been a clue to me.

On Monday we decided to have a “lazy contest” to see who was the best lazy. Up to this point, I assumed superiority in this area. Many things fall into the category of not being able to do it for Yours truly, but not this. Therefore, I came to the conclusion that I had this contest on the bag.

Monday turned out to be a great day. Unfortunately my wife won the best loafing contest, but it was all a lot of fun and we certainly enjoyed our day off.

That was Monday.

Starting Tuesday, my week took a decidedly different turn.

First, my computer crashed, leaving me stranded. Nothing is as frustrating as having your computer down for a long time.

I set off to take my computer to the repair shop. On the way, the radiator of the car broke. How these things break, I have no idea. All I know is that the little red light on the dash was on and I knew I was in trouble.

I barely got the car to the garage. When the mechanic raised the hood and examined my engine, he rubbed his hands mischievously. When he looked at me with a smile smudged by all his cat. He knew he was in trouble.

“Reverend,” he scoffed, “your radiator is shattered.”

I had no idea what that meant, but I knew it involved a large amount of money being transferred from my account to his.

I left my car there. What else could I do?

My wife picked me up and we took my computer to the repair shop. When the repair person looked at my computer, he rubbed his hands in mischievous glee and looked at me with a smirk smudged all over his kisser. He knew he was in trouble again.

“Reverend,” he scoffed, “your hard drive is in tatters.”

I had no idea what that meant, but I knew it involved a large amount of money being transferred from my account to hers.

I left my computer at the repair shop and we went to the optometrist to have my eyes checked. When the doctor saw me, he rubbed his hands mischievously and looked at me with a smile all over his face. He knew he was in trouble.

“Reverend,” he observed, “your glasses are smashed.”

I knew what that meant and sensed that it involved a large amount of money being transferred from my account to his.

I left my glasses at the eye doctor’s office for repair.

Now I don’t have glasses to see.

Fortunately, I don’t have a car to drive, nor do I have my computer to work with. I have backup glasses, but they only serve to back up. Somehow, a theme was developing for my week.

Between my car, my computer, and my glasses, the week was drenched with out-of-pocket expenses that had run out of my pocket. To make matters worse, or better depending on her perspective, she had a wedding to do towards the end of the week.

Friday night was the rehearsal and Saturday afternoon the wedding ceremony.

I could possibly do without my car, but all my wedding and ceremony information was carefully stored on my computer. If the worst worsens, and it probably will, I can always improvise a wedding ceremony.

I’ve done so many things over the years that I could probably do it in my sleep. If I can do it awake is another story.

Throughout Thursday, I felt a little sad for the whole week. Nothing seemed to be going well for me, plus I didn’t know where I was going to get the money to pay for these unforeseen expenses.

Friday’s wedding rehearsal was scheduled for 6:30 and my computer was ready at 6:15. Now that’s cutting the wedding cake pretty close.

Between the car and computer repairs, he didn’t know how he would pay for both. Have you ever noticed that when everything seems to go wrong, something unexpected happens?

While I was mourning my unfortunate week, several things happened.

One, I received an unexpected check from a magazine that published some of my articles.

Two, I received an honorarium for the wedding, something I did not expect.

These two checks covered my unexpected expenses for the week.

Third, my computer’s hard drive was guaranteed and I didn’t have to pay for it.

Thinking back to my week, a wonderful scripture verse crossed my mind. “And let us not tire of doing good; for in due season we will reap, unless we lose heart” (Galatians 6: 9).

Fainting is always an option, but the person who refuses to let his week make him tired will reap God’s blessing.

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