I was on my way home last night and a terrible thing happened; I ran out of gas! 17 kilometers away from home, in a precarious area notorious for robberies and bad stuff, I was preparing for hand to hand combat. Thank God nothing bad happened. I made a terrible mistake of not filling in gas when I left work because I felt I still have enough to get back home. “You can’t always rely on gut feelings boy” my father says all the time.
I texted a brother and he came to the rescue with a gallon of premium gasoline. And he was on his bicycle albeit at 12:00 midnight. Indeed “a brother loveth at all times…” -King Solomon, Proverbs 17:17
I poured in the gasoline into the fuel reservoir, reddish and odious (it’s been a long time since I smelt premium gasoline because ever since my heart belonged to the unleaded) and after a few seconds, my iron horse neighed with might. I left the place with a skid mark to serve as a shout out – Karl was apprehensively here!
I arrive home safe and sound, my wife in wait, sitting in solemnity by the table that we eat our daily bread. It’s such a relief that I always get home in one piece. In the chaos of the day, the dangers a’ lurk, I can depend on the strongest but the most gentle and caring hands – the One you can seek refuge – the hands of the Creator.