Tonight was one of the special nights though. Occasionally I'll stop at the gas station that lies betwixt the two locations to pick up a drink and a snack for Kristen and myself. Kristen returned to a fridge that only had apple juice left as a drink so I decided to try and shine as a husband and get her a drink as well as the ice cream sandwich she'd reminded me she was wanting for much of the day.
I got to the gas station and a younger man, maybe around my age, was standing in front of the entrance and didn't seem to want to move. I squeezed past him, got what I came for and went to pay for it all. As I was waiting for the cashier to ring up my items, I noticed a small gathering by the window and that the man once blocking the door had moved to the other side of the parking lot. I saw a red dot on his chest and I assumed that someone at the window had a laser pointer and was just trying to confuse him. That's when I saw the police officer step into view...with a taser in hand. I don't know if the guy ever got tased or not, but he eventually went down to his knees, was cuffed, and then put in the back of a squad car.
While all of this was going on, the people within in the store were glued to the windows. They were both visibly and audibly excited. They all wondered what he had done. They all wondered who he was. It was the event of the night.
I paid for my items and left, and as I drove to the post office I began to wonder how many of those people would be excited to worship the God of Heaven and Earth the next day. A group of people near me were getting excited as a man hauled off to jail, yet how many of them would be excited to give praises of thanks to the God who gives them all breath? Why is it that we get excited over someone's life going down the drain, but for many, it takes every ounce of willpower one has to get out of bed Sunday morning to give praise to God?
Love you all,
Carl
