A Story on Sunday

“Remember the Sabbath day by keeping it holy.” - Exod 20:8 (NIV)

It was another Sunday, and I was at church when I learned that our study group will discontinue by the end of the month. That’s too bad since it was hard to find a good Bible study group and I really enjoyed this class. “Oh well, what can I do?” - I said.

Then after the service, Arwen felt hungry and she was a bit grumpy and I wasn’t very happy about it. Why do we tend to be unhappy on Sundays?

While driving home, I decided that if the day was crappy, what I could do was to get many things done. I washed the dishes, and right after lunch I started doing laundry. After all, by the end of the day, maybe I would feel better with myself being productive.

The snow just now melted, leaving the soil in front of the laundry place soggy and wet. As I was carrying the huge laundry basket I stepped on this soil and it felt like quicksand. I quickly stepped back but it was too late: my proud Nike shoes got all the dirt they could take. Great, now the car became dirty when I got in, and the apartment also got dirty when I came inside. At least I didn’t drop the laundry.

Then I drove to the laundry place again to put the clothes into the dryer. When I came out of the car my little ice shovel scratched my leg it hurt so bad. I wanted to cry.

But it was Sunday, and my duty as a Christian was to try to be positive. So I braced myself out of the house one more time to get the laundry which should now be dried. I just needed to get the laundry, then maybe I could take Arwen to the local antique shop called “Those Were The Days”. She wanted to go there, so we might have some fun and be happy.

I turned my car key, and the engine sounded extra-loudly and there were strange noises. I decided to turn it off. And here the showdown happened. I took the key out of the ignition the machine did not stop(!). I tried opening the hood and saw some belt still spinning really hard. I did not know what to do. I thought of calling 9-1-1 but it might be too late. The car might explode right there and I might not survive. So I dashed to the neighbor next door for help. While I was knocking the car stopped.

So at least it did not explode. I tried to get in and turn it on, but nothing at all happened. No clicking sound. No light turning on. Nothing. The car is as dead as soup. It was all too quiet.

I had to walk to carry the laundry home. And I couldn’t take Arwen to “Those Were The Days”.

So my question was: I was just trying to do chores, why all of this had to happen to me?

Site note: This story happened 2 weeks ago, and up until now we still haven’t found another car to buy yet. The weather is cold, and walking to class is tough, which makes it altogether more unfortunate.