No one is perfect except maybe the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage is coming up.
I never caught her with any blemish, or if I had, no one would know from me.
Today there is an obsession for people to be perfect. And of course their definition of perfect is what they are. They judge everyone for themselves, which is insane in itself.
Often times, my wife catches me in something and says, “Are you acting like a fool?”
If only I knew that I’m not acting. The simple fact is, I don’t know everything I’m supposed to know. I don’t know what I’m not supposed to know. It gets quite confusing after a while and slides into the knuckle head area.
When it comes to fixing things, I’m the classic dummy. If something is broken, I can make it more broken in just a few minutes.
If the kind lady of the parsonage sees something broken, she can fix it in the blink of an eye. I married her because of that twinkle in her eye. At the time I didn’t know what it really meant.
I was with her at times when she took her truck to the repair shop. It is the most wonderful experience I could have.
When the technician sees my wife come in, he thinks she is just a woman. Wow, a surprise awaits you.
Take the person to repair their vehicle and explain, in detail, what is wrong with the vehicle and how to fix it.
She will tell you, “I can fix it; I just don’t have time today.”
He will look at her; rubbing his chin while looking at me. Then he will explain to my wife what to do and how he is going to do it.
Wrong step.
Again, she will tell you exactly what is wrong and exactly what to do to fix it. Then she will say: “If it is not fixed as I tell you, I will not pay for it.”
Fortunately, for him, he fixes it precisely how she wants it. Another life saved.
Where did he get all that knowledge about a vehicle from, I don’t know. I never question; I always agree. After all, she has saved me a lot of money fixing things herself.
One time there was something wrong with our air conditioner and the technician came to fix it. Once again, she told him exactly what was wrong with him.
Then she walked away. In a few moments he came back and said, “I’m going to have to go to my garage and get a tool that I need to fix this.”
She looked at him and said, “What tool do you need?”
“Oh, you wouldn’t know what it is. It’s something special to my job.”
“Tell me what it is; maybe I do.”
He laughed out loud and then told her the tool he needed.
“I have that tool. Let me go to my garage to find it and bring it to you, and you won’t have to leave; you can fix it right away.”
He looked at her, rubbed his chin, looked at me, and then took the tool she brought him. He walked over to where he was doing his repair work, shaking his head every step of the way.
When it comes to working like this, I’m sure a professional fool. I wouldn’t distinguish one tool from another, which can get me in trouble.
We are approaching the 50th anniversary of our wedding. I have yet to find something that I can’t fix. And believe me, I have broken a lot of things throughout our life.
Once my truck’s front bumper was cracked and sagged. I told my wife that I would take it to the repair shop to get it fixed.
“No,” he said as he walked back to the house, “let me fix it for you.”
Well, in a few minutes, he came out with several very large clips, and in a few moments, he had the bumper attached to the truck.
“There,” he said, “it’s fixed; you don’t have to take it to the repair shop.”
I walked out with a lot of enthusiasm, knowing that the clips didn’t fix the problem, but I didn’t want to tell her in front of her. I thought I’d play along until the clips fell out.
That was three years ago and they are still in place.
I still don’t know how that works. But, like a fool, I’m not going to chase him down and end up in a swamp of insanity. If it works, it works.
The other week I tripped and fell and luckily I didn’t break any bones. My fear is that if I break my arm, she will want to fix it right away. I’m not saying I can’t fix it, but I don’t want to go there.
Maybe that’s why our marriage is so good. She has fixed everything that was broken, and I think she has done most of it behind my back.
As I thought about this, I remembered one of my favorite Bible verses. “Will two be together, unless they agree?” (Amos 3: 3).
“Walking together in agreement” is probably the most wonderful thing about a marriage.