Jitterbugging for Jesus

Wow!
Our Mother and Father God, through the Providence of Mother Nature, had me out of bed way early this morning, like 6 a.m. I think it was.
And never mind that I didn’t get home to my digs until 12:30 a.m. this morning after working my chaplain shift at the hospital till midnight last night.
I live in Dallas, and Dallas has seen some serious thunderbooming rainfall for many hours now. It’s now 7:39 a.m. and there is still serious rain and lightning and God-like thunder happening as I dispatch this from my patio.
Don’t worry–I’m safe from the potentially lethal lightning I’m seeing out here.
But it’s been interesting to watch the other apartment dwellers rushing into their cars at this rush hour, some of them dressed to the tees, trying to get out of here and into the madness of the morning rush hour.
I am glad I don’t have to be anywhere this morning except right here, since today is this ordained minister’s designated Sabbath day (real rest in God day) this week.
(Oh my–can’t get enough of the sound of that word “ordained,” only days after that ordination deal with God and the United Methodist Church was finally sealed!)
My oh my, let us say a prayer for a man I just saw trying to get into his Jeep or whatever it is. He’s a rather young man, maybe 30 something. I watched him run out of his apartment with a big umbrella covering him, a briefcase, and him with the coat of his nice suit folded over his arm.
Watched him, clad in nice starched dress shirt and tie, scramble in all the rain and lightning and thunder and swirling water around his dress shoes to get behind the wheel of his vehicle.
But, in trying to get it all together, his suit coat fall right onto the pavement and into the swirling rain water on said pavement.
I don’t know what it was he was shouting out since he was all alone, but it may not have been anything like, “This is the day the Lord hath made and shall we rejoice.”
Don’t think he said that hosanna to himself.
I’m thinking to myself, O my–what would I do in his shoes? (In fact, I’ve lived that same experience of having a nice coat fall into swirling water when in a mad rush frenzy to get somewhere, but not in many years, thankfully. I’m not that young and in that big a hurry about much anymore.)
Him—he just reached down from the driver’s seat, pulled the wet coat out of the rain puddle, threw it into his vehicle and drove off nice and easy out of the apartment complex, and I guess if he has any serious business requiring attire as formal as full men’s dress suit, all the other suits in the room will just have to understand.