One day
when I was in college, I woke up late. I
never, EVER skip breakfast, but I knew I wasn’t going to have time to go to the
cafeteria. I looked in our mini-fridge:
All we had was a jar of mangoes that had been around since the Carter
Administration. There was a vending
machine on the way to my class. I
checked my little change bowl, and there was about a buck-fifty, just enough
for a package of donuts and a carton of milk.
Not exactly the breakfast of champions, but better than an empty
stomach. So I brushed my teeth, put some
water on my bed-head, and took off. But
when I put my fifty cents into the machine (the cost of the donuts), nothing
happened. Nothing. Not knowing what else to do, I put another
two quarters in. Again, the machine
acted like I didn’t exist. My
indignation and lack of sleep then overrode any rational thought, and I put in
my last two quarters. Zip, zilch,
nada. I was crushed. As I moped my way toward class, angry, tired
and hungry, I ran into my roommate and best friend, Mike. He asked, “How’s your day?” “Terrible,” I said, then I proceeded to tell
him my tale of woe. After a couple of
seconds, he started laughing. He didn’t
stop for a long time. Finally, wiping the tears from his eyes, he said, “So
when the machine didn’t give you any donuts, your solution was to keep on
feeding it quarters?” I didn’t like Mike
much at that point. I bid him a rather
unfriendly adieu and went to class. I
was very glad when lunchtime arrived, because I was truly hungry at that
point. But when I sat down at my usual
table with my usual friends, they had all heard the story--and wanted to hear
me tell it myself--of how I kept putting quarters into a broken vending
machine. I still didn’t see the humor in
the situation.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
The Curse of Too Much and Not Enough
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When I read such a good writing, I wish I was in Houston to listen you preaching. I really like your church!
I am really curious about what you guys discussed that day.
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