Second Chances
based on Luke 13:1-9
by Rev. Randy L Quinn
Once there was a couple who won a free two week trip to Ireland. They had a
whole year to make the trip. "Well," said the wife, "let's not do it this
summer, because we don't want to interfere with our summer at the lake. And we
can't go in September because that's when the kids go back to school."
Then it came to be late October, before anyone knew it, and the husband said,
"Well we can't go over the holidays."
"That's right," his wife agreed. "Let's wait till after the first of the
year."
However, someone told them that the days were terribly short in Ireland in
January and February and besides the weather wasn't very good (as though it is
predictably good any time!). So they said, "Well, let's wait till spring when
we know there'll be good weather and we won't have to worry about the snow
closing airports in this country."
So finally they made reservations for the first week in May. The weather was
supposed to be good in Ireland and the days were long and it was the best time
in the year to go (and if you believe there is any best time, you'll believe
that chickens have lips!). They admitted they were cutting it close because
their prize ran out on June 1, but they were sure nothing would go wrong.
When April was almost over, the husband had a gallbladder attack and required
surgery. The doctors said he would be able to travel, oh, by the middle of
June[1].
There was a time, not so long ago, that we made weekly trips to the "day old"
bread store; and if we lived closer or had more reasons to go to Yakima, we
might still do it today.
Having worked in a grocery store years ago, I know where the "day old" bread
comes from
