How God turned off my television
My grandparents grew up in Alabama and later migrated to the north. Although they left the south, they still brought southern ways.
One day I was watching television. It was a sunny day outside but quickly grew dark and overcast. I heard crackling thunder and saw flashes of lightning. Then it happened.
My grandmother promptly turned off all the lights, unplugged most of the appliances and then turned off my TV. She whispered to me not to talk. The only explanation she gave…”God is moving”.
It seems those old people believed God moved in a storm. They believed you should shut down the non-essentials and put a pause on your pursuits until the storm passed. My grandmother turned off the TV and made me miss the ending of the show – the good part.
Our country is in a storm. Our lives are surrounded by storms. Even the Church -not just the one you go to but the one we all go to – is in a storm.
Maybe we should shut down for a moment, turn off the TV and wait.
35 years later, I found the old TV series I was watching that day “God was moving”, on DVD. I always blamed God for what I missed.
I found the episode. I found the part I missed. After all these years I discovered that while God was moving – I didn’t really miss anything worth my time.
Can you recall a time when you blamed God for a storm but later realized He was moving on your behalf?
Talk to me!