Here we are at yet another Monday the thirteenth. I know. I know. Friday the thirteenth gets all the hype for being a bad luck day.
Answer me this one question then. Why hasn’t anybody written a song about Fridays getting them down?
You see, Mondays have got to be the much more badder day to have fall on the 13th, according to this Webster’s definition at least.
All I know for sure is this one comes right on the heels of one of those paradoxical weekends. I spent Saturday morning at the George Beto unit of the Texas Department of Criminal Justice and Sunday morning watching toddlers at Church.
Yeah, I spent time with convicted felons one day and future felons the next. Anything’s bound to happen know.
The Kairos Prison Ministry went well even though it was cut short by forces beyond our control. We had the chapel scheduled to use that day for quite a while now. Somewhere someone scheduled a different group to use the chapel at 12:30 the same day. I don’t know why they didn’t see we were supposed to be there until 2:00 that afternoon.
Kairos is known as God’s special time so we leave events like this in His hands. The seven talks about the book of Daniel were completed. The discussion times after each one were shortened.
There was great participation by prisoners and volunteers in spite of the change of schedule.
The prisoners are always impressed that we take time out of our lives to spend time with them.
Time is one of those commodities everyone appreciates when you give it to them, even on a bad luck weekend.
The kiddos in room 117 are comfortable with me after I’ve spent the past three months with them.
We were becoming concerned with one girl. She came in and just stood by the door for quite a while so I went over and picked her up.
As a regular we knew this was unusual for her. As soon as I held her she melted into my shoulder for about an hour. We concluded she must be sick.
At twelve o’clock the bewitching ceased and she played right along with the other kids like nothing happened.
Fortunately the visiting preacher went long so she had time to have fun before she went home. Her dad said she sometimes gets clingy like that. Then I realized the next day is a Monday the 13th and it all made sense.
Actually, I’m not superstitious about anything. I just like to have fun with stuff like that.
What’s actually throwing everything off is the cool rain we’re receiving in August. Now that’s what really has us concerned.
100 degrees every day is normal now, not 80 degree rain. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy it as much as the farmers do.
Problem is, about the time we get used to it we’ll hit 100 again. That’s when the depression will set in.
So ignore the date on the calendar and spend some valuable time with someone today.
You’ll be glad you did and so will they.
I’ll see you later. Wade
