Prayed Up

As I was getting my boots on this morning, my wife advised me that the gas company was in the front yard of my house digging up our gas meter. Now I might think that they were just going to provide me with a shiny new meter if it were not for the fact that houses in this part of the world keep blowing up.

I told my wife I had seen the “gas sniffing” truck on our street and in our neighborhood a few  days ago, and perhaps there were some leaks in the area. She made some smart remark about whether the sniffing truck look like a dog, all the while we could be about to blow up.

I went out and talked with the workmen (sorta – a bit of a language barrier) and they assured me that the problem was a leak under the street and my meter (and house) were just fine.

Got me to wondering. . .if we knew all the stuff under our feet, water lines, gas lines, electric cable, phone lines, conduit lines for moving things like crude oil and gas from drilling operations, and Heaven only knows what else, we might take the dangers of life a little more seriously. Hopelessly congested traffic, wrong way drivers on freeways, road rage, ice storms, tornadoes (season is just around the corner), floods, sink holes, stuck gas pedals. . .need I go on, are prominent in our life.

I’m thinking one needs to be “paid up,” “prayed up,” and “prepared” for departure from this life to the next. Now lest you get overly concerned, God has numbered your days, and you get all of them, no more, no less, but he is the only one with the number. You might want to “check-in.”