# 6
Eeeeeeeeeee Ka Boooooooom! The experience is hilarious for all except the one behind the steering wheel with his hand on the starter. Oh, yes, the smoke that pours out from under the hood somewhat darkens the driver from the outside world. Surely his automobile will never be the same! But in reality, all the commotion originates from a device resembling a fire cracker approximately 5/8 of an inch in diameter and 6 inches long. One of the two wires extended from this little red stick of gun powder is to be attached to a spark plug and the other grounded to the car. When the starter is engaged . . . You have it.
Well, the guy played in the high school band. He also played in other ways that were not always appropriate. In this case, the band director’s car was the recipient. Oh, yes, the guy should have learned his lesson when the sister of the bride caught him installing one of these “attention getters” on the get-away car. She really didn’t appreciate some guy with his head under the hood of her nearly new ‘57 Chevy. The lesson? Are you ready? She beat the stuffings out of him! First time he had ever been mastered by a slapping woman with white gloves.
Back to the band director’s car. The concert was to be played for one of the district schools, and there were just a few minutes before the band was to assemble on the gym floor. Just enough time to . . . How was he to know that the band director was looking out the window watching the procedure as he and his accomplices meticulously took care of their pre-concert task? The band was in place, the gymnasium packed with the students, teachers, staff, and probably the janitors. But wait, who were these late arrivals? Why would uniformed police be walking out on the gym floor, directly toward the band, no less? (Mind you, there were no armed guards in schools back then.) How embarrassing! From under the hood to the gym to the squad car to the high school office to the principal to the house for a 3-day suspension. Think of it; those three guys had their privacy invaded by a snooping band director with no sense of humor; and besides all that, they were deprived of a much anticipated concert. Just think, all that would never have happened if there had been an ACLU back then.
You haven’t seen the moral to this story? It’s found in Eccl. 3:1-8: “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:” Wrong place, wrong time. It is debatable about the wedding (that is, to everyone but that kid-beating woman), but the concert was a different story. The simple truth. These guys represented their high school as does a child of God represent the Lord Jesus Christ. Ambassadors are we, representing the King of kings and Lord of lords. Although a few things should be left in childhood, there is a time to laugh and play; but there is a time when the laughing and playing should cease. Let us ever remember Who we represent, for He is worthy of all glory, honor and praise.
Why, oh why, cannot this parson forget “that” snooping band master? Lord, may we never forget that the Sovereign Heavenly Master is always watching, seeking our worship and our fellowship.
TODAY? PERHAPS!!!
The Parson
Well, the guy played in the high school band. He also played in other ways that were not always appropriate. In this case, the band director’s car was the recipient. Oh, yes, the guy should have learned his lesson when the sister of the bride caught him installing one of these “attention getters” on the get-away car. She really didn’t appreciate some guy with his head under the hood of her nearly new ‘57 Chevy. The lesson? Are you ready? She beat the stuffings out of him! First time he had ever been mastered by a slapping woman with white gloves.
Back to the band director’s car. The concert was to be played for one of the district schools, and there were just a few minutes before the band was to assemble on the gym floor. Just enough time to . . . How was he to know that the band director was looking out the window watching the procedure as he and his accomplices meticulously took care of their pre-concert task? The band was in place, the gymnasium packed with the students, teachers, staff, and probably the janitors. But wait, who were these late arrivals? Why would uniformed police be walking out on the gym floor, directly toward the band, no less? (Mind you, there were no armed guards in schools back then.) How embarrassing! From under the hood to the gym to the squad car to the high school office to the principal to the house for a 3-day suspension. Think of it; those three guys had their privacy invaded by a snooping band director with no sense of humor; and besides all that, they were deprived of a much anticipated concert. Just think, all that would never have happened if there had been an ACLU back then.
You haven’t seen the moral to this story? It’s found in Eccl. 3:1-8: “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:” Wrong place, wrong time. It is debatable about the wedding (that is, to everyone but that kid-beating woman), but the concert was a different story. The simple truth. These guys represented their high school as does a child of God represent the Lord Jesus Christ. Ambassadors are we, representing the King of kings and Lord of lords. Although a few things should be left in childhood, there is a time to laugh and play; but there is a time when the laughing and playing should cease. Let us ever remember Who we represent, for He is worthy of all glory, honor and praise.
Why, oh why, cannot this parson forget “that” snooping band master? Lord, may we never forget that the Sovereign Heavenly Master is always watching, seeking our worship and our fellowship.
TODAY? PERHAPS!!!
The Parson
posted by The Parson at 6/12/2006 05:52:00 AM
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