“Could you not watch me with me one hour?”
November 6, 2007
Hello. I wrote this true story a few years ago the day the event actaully happened. Please no laughing and some of the music I might have listened to or things I was into back in the year 2000. Just enjoy the story and have a great day, would ya? Let me know your thoughts on the story too.
Check this passage from the Bible out – Matthew 26:31-46
“Could you not watch with me one hour?”
My eyes fell hard and rested in a shut position against my will. Really the only problem with this mutiny was that I was on 95N around exit 13, heading towards the pike.
I had just been at Boston Baptist College. Our church of course, had a large segment of students that chose to drive an hour every service, and as a show of faith to them, I had told them I would show up every Thursday at their school for prayer.
I told myself before I got in my car to return home that this trip would be an excellent opportunity to pray for a good hour. Very cool! With all the hustle and bustle of today’s world, many times, prayer gets lost in our “busy schedules.”
So I jumped in my car, of course the radio was on, and of course, it was playing a great song by Sister Hazel, “Change your mind.”
“Well, I’ll just listen to this one song,” I told myself, obviously smitten back to the time and place I first heard this song. So while the song played, my mind whirls and twirls upon every situation I was ever in while hearing this song. In the car with friends, at a Friendly’s eating Oreo Cyclones, On “Live with Regis.” Memories came flooding back. These particular memories left my mind paralyzed for the following three songs. Finally, I snapped out of it, and can you believe it, the next song the station played was “I can’t fight this feeling anymore,” by REO Speedwagon.
Now let me ask you a question: Is there any of us between the ages of 28 and 45 that this song would not bring memories of yearbooks, pom-poms, love notes passed in class, and yes, the dreaded, “I think we should be friends” speech?
So by the time all these feelings were finished being fought (perhaps a little pun intended) I was on 495 N, headed towards 290W. I shut off the radio, but right as I did, a commercial comes on for the Celtics home games at the Fleet Center. I love the Celtics, but i was not particularly interested in the Commercial.
But basketball. . .O yes, my thoughts quickly drifted to a time and a place when my shot never failed me, when I lived for Friday night games. I even thought about playing Granite State Baptist Church again and next time crushing them: So many thoughts and fantasies.
By the time i had made the final foulshot to win the world championships for the Celtics, I was safely pulling into Holden, Mass. Wow! Where did the time go?
I walked into my apt, got ready for bed, and made a quick apology to God.
“Sorry God, it was just a really busy day. You understand.”
Until next time…