Worth Green, Th.M., D.Min.
I went to a Christmas Party the other night and heard a great story about a man with a new truck. This is supposed to be a true story—though it did happen back in the 1990’s.
Well, this man was really proud of his new truck. He pulled in to the parking lot at the Clemmons Mill and parked as close as he could to the ramp. He stepped out of the truck climbed the steps, walked across the loading dock, and then looked back at his truck, admiringly, as men are prone to do. For the first time he saw a little boy, perhaps five or six, standing there all alone.
The little boy looked up at him and said, “Say, minster, that sure is a pretty truck.”
The man was suddenly very self conscious. When we get caught looking into a mirror, or looking back at our vehicles we get self-conscious. And the man was very nervous, and he started talking, as nervous people do. He said, “Thank-you, son. I have had it about a week. It has less than 100 miles on the odometer.”
Having said that, he turned around, went into the mill, purchased 25 lbs. of grass seed, which was already bagged, carried it back out of the store, and placed it gingerly into the bed of his truck which was lined in a plastic so tuff it has been compared to the hide of a rhinoceros.
He then got into this truck, buckled his seat belt, placed the key in the switch and turned it. Nothing happened. He did not panic. He waited 5 seconds, and turned it again. Nothing happened. He did not panic. He waited another 5 seconds, and turned it again. Nothing happened, and he knew nothing was going to happen. About that time he looked up to see that the little boy had stooped down on the porch of the mill so that he was just at his eye level. He saw the boy wanted to say something, so he reached over and rolled down the passenger window of the truck. The little boy said, “Say, mister, that sure is a pretty truck. It is a shame they don’t last any longer than they do.”
The same can be said of many Christmas gifts. It is a shame they don’t last any longer than they do.
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