Out Here Hope Remains

There is hope for the helpless ... Cry Out To Jesus. -- Third Day

Saturday, August 21, 2004

Power Outage

Last night we had a mighty big thunder boomer. We haven't had rain in so long our lawns are turning brown. The bottom dropped out last night and torrential rains and big thunder rolled over our area. After a particularly loud thunder rumble the power went out. Sometimes it comes back on in a few minutes .... but this time it became evident that this was not going to happen. Now the big question we faced was this: What do we do? None of the things that normally occupy our time are available now. We fired up a bunch of candles. Talked a bit. Gave some backrubs. Played guitar and sang a bit. Snoozed a bit. Our hour in the dark had us scratching our heads and trying to think up stuff to do. I could say that maybe the power ought to go out more often ... forcing us away from our technological distractions and focusing our attentions on each other. Or I could say that people who live in the world are in spiritual darkness, sending them into all kinds of activities to fill their hours ... many of which are ungodly ways to pass the time. I could even say that our lives come to a screeching halt when disconnected from the power source, and so do our spiritual lives when we are not connected to God's power. I considered doing a self-loathing blog about our culture and how dependent we are are on something as costly as electricity and how we rob and pillage the planet to live our luxurious lives while impoverished people struggle in other countries. But, I think I'll just tell you that it was a cool storm, our power went out, and it came back on. I'm going to get another cup of coffee.