October 31 – “The Old Man”

Need somewhere to go for Halloween?  Come on over to our house tonight.  We will be giving out bibles and candy to the thundering hordes that are accustomed to invading our neighborhood.  Starting around 6 or so.  We’ll have some pizza, too, so feel free to bring along whatever you think goes with pizza.

 

So, obviously we made it home from Waco.  We did have a few more things happen while we were up there.  Can’t let a whole day pass without some kind of story, so here it is. 

I was in the back yard with AnnaGrace, swinging her on one of those big flat rectangle things that hang down from a tree.  All the rage among swingers these days.  On one of the back swings the flying rectangle with the little girl on top brushed my stomach.  Like any self-respecting grandpa, I made a huge deal about her punching me in the gut.  She simply shook her head in a manner worthy of her mother and informed me, “It only hurt because you are an old man.”

Wait.  What?

I had to follow up on that one, so I asked, “How old do you have to be to be old?”

She didn’t hesitate, “99 is an old man.”

Hmm.  I pressed on, “How old do you think I am?

This time it she who pondered.  Finally, she had the answer, “60.”

Nice.  I’ll take that one.  But I couldn’t resist entering her world one last time.  “So how old is BobBob?”  That’s her other grandfather.

I didn’t expect her answer to come so quickly, “Oh, BobBob is 97.  He’s older than you, because his beard is longer than yours.”

Hey, Bob.  At least neither of us has hit that “AnnaGrace official” threshold of 99.

 

Before leaving for home we watched Caleb’s soccer team pull off a 3-2 nail biter win.  Caleb sealed the victory in the waning seconds with his fourth header, knocking away a shot on goal.  They finished the season undefeated.  Now they have a regional tournament, and if they do well there, they get a trip to play in the state tournament in Dallas. 

 

We experienced several of those crazy drivers on the way home.  One truck full of junk and pulling an empty trailer kept passing us, then falling behind.  One time he kicked up a rock that hit the windshield.  It didn’t break right away, so we are hoping it was a glancing blow.   Sure was loud though.  Later he lost a hunk of something that flew onto the and under our car.  All this in a speed limit zone of 65 miles per hour, mind you.  Scary stuff.  Then in downtown Houston, a different car almost hit us trying to change into our lane.  Fortunately, the lane to our other side was unoccupied at the time.  Chris swerved expertly out of harm’s way.  I may or may not have … well, screamed like a little baby.  Actually, it was simply a warning to the other driver …

 

Romans 1:17 says, “For in the gospel the righteousness of God is revealed – a righteousness that is by faith from first to last, just as it is written: ‘The righteous will live by faith.’”

 

Father, thank you for keeping us safe on the road home.  There were several “coulda’s” out there.  Amen.