On Making Good Decisions
This biblical character made a stupid vow that he likely didn’t carry out
I’m at Vacation Bible School on a Tuesday night in central Arkansas.
I love going to VBS.
When our girls were little, we’d take them to every possible VBS we could find. Baptist, Methodist, Episcopalian, Church of Christ, Church of God, Catholic, Free Range, Wiccan, didn’t matter.
Just kidding about the Wiccan, although I once saw a surrogate mom who was a Wiccan.
Wait, maybe she was fictional.
Most of the VBSs were surprisingly homogenous. If I didn’t know better, I’d say they all bought their VBS material from the same place — maybe Nashville.
But that’s just a guess.
The church where I am tonight has, for the adult class, set up tents inside the building with tables of food. There are signs on each tent: Sweets, Drinks, Appetizers, Chips, and Dips. It is an efficient setup. The wall behind the podium reads “He-brews Café” with a large picture of a cup of coffee.
On the PowerPoint projector, the slide reads:
“Foolish vows and their fatal consequences.”
I start thinking about all the foolish promises I’ve made. As the list quickly grows, I realize this ain’t a good idea and return to the food.
With the notable exceptions of marrying a lovely Russian Princess, and (my wife) having two beautiful daughters, I can relate to making foolish decisions.
Buying a Yugo definitely rates on the top of the list. I got it from a car dealer in Daphne, Alabama, who obviously had no shame about selling the worse car in history in the first place. A close second is the purchase of a gray 1983 Chevrolet Tahoe S-10 pickup from a dealer in Citronelle with no air conditioning, but with black interior.
Let that sink in for a second…
South Alabama — summer — no air conditioning.
I still think the dealership should have been prosecuted for cruel and inhumane treatment for selling anything without A/C.