Praise the Lord, my husband Alan is finally home after five months in the hospital. Have you ever heard the expression, “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it?” For five months, I took the passenger ferry from Dunoon to Gourock and then took a taxi up to the hospital to visit him. So simple, so easy. Just purchase a ticket right on the ferry from one of the friendly workers. Then for whatever reason—the ferry company changed their ticket purchasing system and suddenly—it was no longer simple, nor was it easy. It was impossible. For the last three days that Alan was in the hospital I traveled on the ferry for free because the new ticketing system was broken. For the last two of those days—everyone coming back on the ferry traveled for free. The friendly ferry workers didn’t even bother coming around the cabin with their “new improved” payment machine that didn’t work. The company “fixed” something that wasn’t broken.
Today I walked Savannah down to see about getting a jump start for our car which had a dead battery. My next stop was the grocery store. By the time I had walked that far and waited for the lunch hour to end at the garage, and then reached the store, I needed to use to the bathroom—but the door was locked. I went to the cashier and waited in line to get the key. She looked around and said someone must be in the bathroom because she didn’t have the key. So I went back and checked the door again. It was still locked. I waited outside the door for quite a few minutes, but no one came out and I didn’t hear any noise inside. I knocked on the door. There was no answer. I went back to the cashier and waited in line again for the key. She searched a second time and assured me that someone must be in the bathroom because she couldn’t find the key. “Knock harder,” she suggested.
I marched back to the bathroom and knocked on it as decisively as I had recently heard a police officer knock on someone’s front door. No answer. Back to the line to wait again. The cashier rolled her eyes. “Someone must have pocketed the key and gone home with it,” I told her, “because it’s still locked and no one answers.”
The lady in line ahead of me—who had just unloaded a full cart of groceries and put them on the counter—turned to us nonchalantly and said, “Oh, the bathroom key? I have it. I’ll give it to you after I get through using the bathroom.”
Some things just don’t make sense.
One thing in the world never fails and always makes sense. “And this is the promise that Jesus has promised us—eternal life.” 1 John 2:23
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