I just bought a car today. The sway bar broke on the old one and instead of getting it fixed I decided to drive on it while looking for a new car. I spent several weeks planning, researching, weighing priorities, fretting over trade-offs and just all around pulling out my hair all the while waiting in anxious anticipation for my current model fall apart while I’m driving down the highway and 65 miles an hour. I wanted a car that was small, fuel efficient, reliable, and sporty. Eventually, I decided that money was priority one and sporty had to go, ultimately picking a used Honda Civic. How boring… and yet very practical. It’s just the kind of thing I would get. Anyway, you may be wondering what this has to do with God and His proof thereof… That’s coming.
When I finally decided to actually buy the car, and drive down to the dealer to sign the paperwork, give them a check 1 and drive the vehicle home, I realized that I would need someone to drive my old car home as well. It was last minute so I called my folks who only live a short distance away and my father decided it would be better if he picked me up in his car because he had errands to run in the area while I was there.
We drove to the dealer, I departed the vehicle, sought out a salesman and proceeded to attempt to communicate which vehicle it was I wanted to purchase; I had already made my decision. My name was already in their system because both myself and my family used the dealer to repair our current vehicles, both of which were GMs. So I signed some papers, filled out some addresses, signed some more papers, waited for the salesman to get some things together, signed some more papers, gave some more info, waited a bit more on the salesman, etc, etc for at least a couple hours as per the usual car buying routine but eventually started to get through it when I got a call.
My father had driven of to do an errand and when he left the store found his car smoking, the windshield wipers going, the emergency lights flashing, for what turned out to be a bit of an electrical fire. Bad news, right? Right. But it could not have happened at a more opportune moment. Not only was he in the parking lot of a store with just the equipment to put out the fire, but because he had dropped my off at the dealer, which also happened to be our repair shop, he was in almost the right place to drop the car off for repairs. Considering that electrical are kind of inevitable when they happen unless you happen to know when they are coming, it was rather fortuitous that he happened to be dropping me off when he was. Coincidence? Yes. But I’m not quite done.
You see, just when my father happened to suddenly find himself short a car, I being in the act of buying a new one, found myself with one extra. In addition, I finished my paperwork and he finished dropping his vehicle off at exactly the same time, and we were in the same lot. Perfect timing.
It’s amusing how these things can sometimes just come together and these mundane nuisances be dealt with so conveniently. I’m forced to conclude that,
- God exists.
- He has the strangest sense of humor.
Have a good day.
- I will not take out a loan if I can at all help it. All that does is make one pay more and create an extra bill that one has to meet each month. It’s much simpler to pay it all upfront if one can. ↩