This is the last day I write about the floating adventure. If you don’t know what I am talking about, go back and read over the last two days. If you do know what I am talking about, please read anyway. Maybe today will be better.
For those of you that haven’t done this type of thing, here’s how the transportation thing works. I leave my truck where we put the kayaks in and a local outfitter comes and gets my truck and takes it down to the place where we are getting out of the river.
Then I load up my stuff and head home happy and exhausted at the same time.
What could go wrong?
Well, lots of things like someone wrecking my truck, it gets stolen or they just forget about me and my truck is still sitting up at who-knows-where waiting for who-knows-who to bring it to me.
Fortunately, none of that stuff happened and when we arrived at Riverton, which doesn’t seem to be the name of a real place other than a parking lot and boat ramp by a bridge, the truck was there, intact, locked and safely waiting for our arrival.
See, I had them lock the keys in the truck because I have one of those keyless entry codes you put in that magically unlocks the doors.
I have trouble remembering that code so I keep it with me all the time. It is in my contacts on my phone.
My phone was now several miles away in Davy Jones’ Locker at the bottom of the river.
I tried real hard to remember the code.
That didn’t work. Apparently, after forgetting, trying real hard to remember is futile. All it accomplished was to show me how great of a job I had done forgetting.
I am great at remembering things I should forget and forgetting things I should remember. Maybe that is my super-power!
After a little bit of trying everything I was equipped to try short of busting out a window, I decided that the answer to the problem was NOT there in that parking lot.
I couldn’t call for help because, well, my phone had drowned and was lost at sea. Besides, we were in no cell signal country. The phone might as well be at the bottom of the river.
So, I dragged my tired behind out of the little park to the “highway”. It was, of course, deserted and all I could hear was dueling banjos inside my head.
I looked to the right, nothing but highway.
I looked to the left. It was up a steep hill but right where the highway turned, there appeared to be a mailbox.
I went left and trudged up the steep hill, praising myself for my great ideas (for the sarcastically challenged, this is, indeed, sarcasm).
I got to the mailbox and there was a sign attached to it.
“No Trespassing. Police take notice!”
I figured I may not be welcome here so I looked further up the hill and saw what appeared to be a parking lot of some kind and a sign I couldn’t read.
It was the place that shuttled my truck for me. There was a nice guy inside who called all over looking for a locksmith to come and bail me out.
After just two short hours in the ninety-five degree heat, the truck was unlocked, loaded and we were heading home.
Here’s a valuable lesson I learned: Know the code.
I knew where the code was and what it did and had faith it would always work but I didn’t know it.
Colossians 3:16 says to let the word of God dwell, live, thrive in you richly. Know the code!
Don’t just know where it is, what it does, have faith that it works. Use it to unlock the things that make life go in the right direction, that move us to a better place and enrich what may otherwise seem desolate.
Let me tell you, when that truck door opened and the engine fired up and that air-conditioning hit me in the face, ninety-five degrees and Missouri full-blown humidity seemed like nothing anymore.
That’s one of the things I try to do every day. I try to take the code and put it to use, to let it sink into my mind and memory and let it be ready to use at any second.
See, God’s Word is powerful. But it isn’t really doing its job if I just know where it is and what it does. I have to hide it in my heart so I am ready put it to work in my life. It is the key that unlocks what seems impermeable.
It is what unlocks the walls around my depression, my anger, my hate, my addictions. It makes them vulnerable and brings them under its submission.
It is really good stuff. People are trying to dismantle it but there will always be more power in one of God’s words than all man can create.
Know the code. It works.