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For
next 2 hours, I searched in vain for Philip. He was nowhere to be found in that hospital. I was beginning to think I was in
wrong hospital. Then, fortunately for me, I remembered that although everyone called him Philip, it was his middle name. His first name was Michael.
It is amazing how using
right name opens up all
right doors. In a few minutes, I had located
ever-elusive Michael Philip Jones. He was in room 622 and I spent a few minutes with him reading some scripture and then had a time of prayer with him.
Walking out Philip quietly said, “Thanks, pastor, you’ll never know what this means to me.” This is usually all
gratification a pastor really needs.
I left Philip’s room with a marvelous feeling of accomplishment and headed for
parking lot and my car. Pulling out of
hospital parking lot that old nagging feeling returned. I could not for
life of me figure out what I was missing. I just knew it was something.
As I pulled into my driveway, I glanced at my watch. It was just a little after 7:30. Reaching for
door to exit
car, it finally dawned on me what I had forgotten. The ice cream cake. There it was on
front seat and I noticed around one corner there was some leakage. I opened
lid and, as I thought,
ice cream cake was completely melted with tiny bits of colored icing floating on
top. The ice cream cake had been in my hot car for almost 2½ hours.
The inevitable had become uneatable.
Carefully, so not to spill anything on my car seat, I carried
thawed ice cream cake surprise, into my wife who thought it
funniest thing she had seen in a lifetime.
Intentions are good, even those that do not turn out as expected. It truly is
thought that counts in many cases.
Putting her resourceful mind to
task,
Mistress of
Parsonage pulled this disaster out of
proverbial dumpster and rescued
evening as only she could. The incident reminded me of what Paul,
Apostle said. "I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me" (Philippians 4:13 KJV). If you don’t give in or give up, there is always a solution to every quandary.
Romance is two people in love with two straws sipping liquefied ice cream cake out of
same box by
light of flickering candles. Romance is not defined in a day or even an incident, but a relationship that endures these things and more.
Much more.

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