I’m sorry that I missed you all on Sunday, but Emma and I were kept at home by a minor utility crisis. Emma and I had a very domestic weekend that went off the rails on Saturday night. We spent most ofSaturday mowing the lawn, clearing brush, cleaning up flower beds, raking leaves and spraying herbicide on areas of weeds/poison ivy to try and clean up our yard before spring arrives in full force.
It was a long and tiring day, but at the end of it all, we felt quite accomplished. We showered off the grass stains and headed to Dairy Queen for a workday ice cream reward. It was a good day, but then around10pm Emma noticed a strange sound that would completely change the rest of our weekend.
We first believed that this noise was just some white noise coming from a clock radio on our dresser, but when we unplugged it, the noise continued and we realized it wasn’t coming from the radio, but from the wall behind it. So we pressed our ears to the wall and made out a faint hissing sound; the type you hear when you let the air out of a bicycle tire.
We asked each other, “Why would there be pressurized air in the wall?” And then we both gasped and shouted, “THE GAS LINE!”
So we removed the panel housing the cable TV jack and Emma started to see if she could smell gas in the wall, while I went outside and checked to see if the meter was running. We came up empty.
We knew the sound was coming from the wall in our bedroom, but it took a while to realized that on the other side of that wall was the sink in our hallway bathroom. While a water leak is certainly preferable to a potentially explosive gas leak, it is still horrible news.
Lo and behold, when we jiggled the cold water line going back into the wall, the pitch of the mystery noise changed to match. I will spare you the details of our failed 1am Walmart run to get the correct tool to shut off the water at the meter, our attempts to close it in a more creative manner and our eventual surrender when we called the city utility company to come shut off the water around 2:30am.
It’s really quite striking how quickly things can change. It seems that the biggest inconveniences occur when the things we take the most for granted suddenly stop working. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate running water at this point, and we were only without water for 12 hours.
As I watched the plumber fix our pipes and return our lives to normal on Sunday, I was struck with the reality of just how many things I take for granted. I have never been without electricity, clean hot and cold water, air conditioning, clothes, food and many other necessities. My life has always been filled with wants, but never with needs.
This is not the case for millions of people on our planet and many in our very own Duncanville. If you are like me and don’t struggle with the daily necessities of life, then I ask that you join with me in a prayer for all who do struggle to find their daily bread, shelter or clothes. I also ask that you consider the task to which we have all been called.
Scripture tells us that when we are made new by the grace of God, our entire lives are transformed. God calls us to pray for those in need, but it never ends there. I hope that you will join with our church as we continue to live in the transformational grace of God as we share in community, as we take on new mission projects, as we serve the poor and hungry, as we vote for leaders who have a heart for justice and peace, as we study the scriptures and as we seek to answer the hard questions.
I am thankful to have running water back in our house, and I am thankful that we worship a God who wants everyone on Earth to have access to running water, dignity and the grace of God.
Have a wonderful week my friends!