It was probably the strangest call he had ever received as a pastor.
The parishioner's voice was high pitched and there was a note of desperation as she spoke. She had called him because he was the only male she could think of that might be home in the middle of the day.
"Brother Lynn!, Brother Lynn!, please, can you come to my house right now, with a saw as fast as you can?" "Why yes, I can," he said, " but tell me what in the world is wrong," he asked.
"Well, oh how can I say this, it's my son and he is stuck in his potty chair!" she exclaimed, with feelings of embarrassment and panic. He's turning blue! I've called the fire department but I don't know if they will get here in time!
You may have guessed already. The panicked and overwhelmed young mother was me and by some strange series of circumstances that remain a mystery to this day, my two year old son, Scott, had gotten his head and chest wedged between the arm rest and seat of his potty chair. It was a chair almost identical to the one posted above (thank you world wide web).
Thankfully, about the time my pastor came bursting through the door with saw in hand, my little guy had managed to wiggle and transition himself out of his precarious position with the potty chair.
Brother Lynn found me slumped down, in a heap, crying, in the middle of my kitchen floor with relief and my son still bawling his eyes out from the ordeal. After comforting me and my son, he called the fire department and told them not to come, that all was well. I guess you could say, my pastor went beyond the call of duty that day. I'm sure they never prepared him for those kinds of situations in seminary.
My little guy is 33 years old now. After serving our county honorably for 12 years in the military, he is making the difficult transition back into civilian life, he and my lovely DIL and grandchildren. We love them and are proud to have them back home.
I guess I just wanted to relay this funny (at least it's funny now) little story to say this.
Transitions can be difficult.
Sometimes , after struggling and wiggling around awhile, we find out we're going to be OK after all.
And that's a good thing...
...and a God thing too.
They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters;
These see the works of the LORD, and his wonders in the deep.
For he commandeth, and raiseth the stormy wind, which lifteth up the waves thereof.
They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths: their soul is melted because of trouble.
They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end.
Then they cry unto the LORD in their trouble, and he bringeth them out of their distresses.
He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still.
Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he bringeth them unto their desired haven.(Psalm 107:23-30)
Blessings everyone! Have a great week-end!