|Will There Be Cell Phones in Heaven? (standard:humor, 901 words)|
|Author: Godspenman||Added: Feb 07 2016||Views/Reads: 644/338||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Long before cell phones were ever thought of, God had a plan for us communicating with Him. All I need is to “call upon” God and His promises that He “will deliver” me. What more does a person need?|
Last Tuesday started out like any other day except for one thing. I overslept. Isn't it strange that when you have a full schedule you oversleep? Normally, I am up at the crack of dawn. Sometimes I wish the dawn would not crack so loud, but then I would never get awake. In a strange way, I pride myself with being able to get up early in the morning. At my age, I do not need that much sleep anymore and so it is my motto, “Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.” I think I have the healthy down, but the other two are nowhere to be seen, at least from my bedroom window. Maybe I am not going to bed early enough and maybe I am not rising early enough. I have to think that through a little bit. Tuesday I had a very heavy schedule and it started out early in the morning with appointments all throughout the day. I do not complain about a full schedule because it makes the day go faster. As far as I am concerned, the faster a day goes the better it is. It is not that often that I have a day filled with appointments, but it does happen on occasion. Like, Tuesday. I would like to blame the alarm clock, but then I did not set it the night before so that is out of the picture. When I did get up and realized how late I was, I put full steam forward in motion and got to my first appointment. Fortunately, I was on time, but barely. It was right after the third appointment that something seemed a little strange. I could not put my finger on it, but I knew something was wrong and I did not quite know what it was. I could not give too much thought to it because I had a busy schedule. It just irked me because I knew something was wrong and I could not figure it out. By lunchtime I was quite hungry and satisfied that all of the appointments went according to schedule. I was afraid the way my day started that it would affect everything else during the day. As luck would have it, and I do not count too much on luck, but the day was going quite nicely as planned. I just could not get away from something in the back of my head that was bothering me. I checked to make sure I had the same socks on both feet. I have gone out with a blue sock on my left foot and a brown one on my right foot. If that isn't embarrassing. That was not the problem. My tie was okay. I had the right shirt on and my pants were okay. But something was wrong. As I was eating lunch, I thought it would be nice to call the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. After all, it was a busy day and she had just as busy a day as I did. I thought I would just touch base and tell her hi. I reached for my shirt pocket to get my phone and discovered, much to my chagrin, that my shirt pocket was empty. That's right. Empty! I frantically searched my person and did not discover my cell phone anywhere. Then I had one of those “aha” moments. I had left the house that morning in such a hurry that I forgot to pick up my cell phone. How was I going to get through the day without my cell phone? As I sat there finishing my lunch my fingers began to itch and twitch. They were insisting that I text somebody. Anybody! But I had nothing upon which I could text. I cannot remember any day that I did not have my cell phone with me. It is just one of those automatic things with me wherever I go. I need to be careful that I do not take it into the shower because that would be a disaster. Wherever I go, I always take my cell phone. Click here to read the rest of this story (26 more lines)
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