Penn of Denn
My inukshuk had been decapitated. And I was cranky, maybe even a little angry. How, you might wonder, had my inukshuk been decapitated? Glad you asked. My summer series of messages will be based on, “The Kingdom of Heaven is Like an Inukshuk.” (You will have to be here on June 20th to hear more.) Back to the story, I had purchased a garden inukshuk, made out of resi,n not rock. It was perched on the floor of my car and while I was driving to the church, a truck pulled out in front of m. I slammed on my brakes; my laptop flew off the passenger’s seat and voilà, a decapitated inukshuk. And I was a little cranky. I blew my horn; I scowled, I did not cuss but I was grumpy for the rest of the day.
How often do we let outside circumstances or people determine whether or not we enjoy life? Because of something they said or something they did we relinquish control to them. Really, the guy driving the truck probably enjoyed the rest of his day, didn’t even give the incident a second thought. And I probably shouldn’t have either. Have a great week and remember: To see what is really possible, you will have to attempt the impossible.