WOW, I think to myself… Hotel security at my door, at midnight… I have my own wife with me… What could it possibly be?
IT IS JUST ABOUT MIDNIGHT. Our hotel room is dark and quiet (with perhaps the intermittent gentle snoring for which I am famous.) Karin and I are in Columbus for a couple of days and I jokingly mentioned to her that our room is ‘murder central’ – a pun related to a television reference to rooms at the end of the hall by the stairwell. On this occasion, we are both sound asleep when a seriously loud and the prolonged BANG BANG BANG of a fist on our door. As always, our door is double locked, an alarm wedged between the door and the floor and my Colt .45 at my side.
AGAIN, BANG, BANG, BANG. I call out who is
it? A deep voice responds, SECURITY! It was a business-like tone that told me
this has nothing to do with our neighbors complaining about the
I make my way to the door and removing the alarm wedge, I look through the peep-hold and see a very large person in a security uniform standing there and not looking very happy.
WOW, I think to myself… Hotel security at
my door, at midnight… I have my own wife with me… What could it possibly be?
I get horrific thoughts of bad news from home… Karin speculates that
something happened to our truck. Nothing prepared me for what I would see when
I opened the door.
I open the door to find this very
professional looking security person looking less than pleased at me and at his
feet stands the cutest little four-year-old girl in pajamas, wrapped in a blanket looking
scared to death.
at me I suppose, because he thinks I am the negligent father or grandfather who
has allowed this child to go strolling the hotel at night, the guard demands, “DO
YOU KNOW HER?”
“No, Sir” I replied.
His expression changed and with compassion he looks at the girl and asks, “Tell
me what you think your room number is again?”
The guard apologizes
for bothering us and I volunteer to help him find her parents if he needs
assistance. He said he would handle it, “But thanks” he said.
I went back to bed with a prayer for that
little girl to find her parents and thanking God for a security guard who really
He is to be first of all I love and it is through my love for Him and His love for me that I can love others.
ALL I NEED… really?
Every once in a while, something that I did not expect comes along and hits me like a brick right upside the head. That is what happened this morning while in services at the Chapel. We were having a wonderful time singing in worship and we performed one of the past ‘golden oldies’ of the faith. The refrain of the song came around, All I Need is You”
A great song, a great refrain – is it possible that I really meant that? My brother was lying in the hospital hanging on to life with tubes and a respirator. I looked across the row in front of me and saw a son-in-law of mine and daughter and another son-in-law, a daughter-in-law; and next to me was my wife and another daughter and son-in-law. In the nursery of the church were five of my grandchildren and two others were in their own classes. One daughter was away at work and a son was in police training… Did I really believe that I could be Job? I could have someone walk up to me sometime this week and tell me that everyone I love was gone in some horrific accident and take it?
Much of what I KNOW will help but how much will it help? For example:
I know that everyone of them will be waiting for me in heaven if such a tragedy should happen. I know they would be better off than me!
But, what if…
suddenly everything closest to me on this earth is ripped from me – the people who love me and help me, care for me and stay with me through the tough times are gone and I have nothing left but God… would I blame Him or turn to Him? I hope that I would fall totally on Him, completely dependent on Him for every day to continue.
Would I, could I possibly turn and say, All I need is God?
I know that having complete faith in God doesn’t mean you do not grieve; so I believe that any grief would be natural and to be experienced as part of a healing process.
I want to believe that I will be Okay and that I will be a testimony to the truth that God really is all I need. Affirming that is not saying that God is all I love. God gave us the love that we have for one another and He helps that love grow and nourish. He is to be the first of all that I love and it is through my love for Him and His for me that I can love others. It is that same relationship that will take me through the grief to continue one day at a time. Whatever life brings, I know eternity will make it all Okay. Until then, like the father who told Jesus, “I believe; help my unbelief” I pray “God, You are all I need; Help me to need only You.”