I’m not a Karma believer.

But I’m not one of those folks who believes in karma. There are many who think that anything you do will come back to haunt you in some form or another.

I am of the opinion that any action you take will inevitably have some kind of repercussion. Sometimes the repercussions are rather small and unimportant, while other times they are quite serious and burdensome.

Because the previous engine was no longer working, my vehicle was recently in the shop for around six weeks having a replacement engine installed. That was the longest period I’ve gone without having access to my vehicle in the past. I don’t know how many years. Either buying a new vehicle or getting a new engine was the only option. The cost of the engine was significantly reduced.

During the time that my vehicle was being repaired, I was able to make use of the van that belonged to the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. You’ll have to take my word for it when I say that navigating the little vehicle was difficult. It was challenging for me to enter and exit, and once I was inside, it was tough for me to move around inside the space.

I didn’t have a choice. You may either walk or borrow the vehicle that my wife has.

As long as I just have to go as far as the refrigerator and then return to my comfortable chair, I don’t mind walking. Going to the church office would have required a couple of miles of walking, which was not on my to-do list.

Because our schedules are so different, if she needed to use her vehicle, I was okay with that, and whenever I needed to use her van, she was comfortable with that as well. Then, of course, there were those occasions on which we were required to travel alongside one another. When anything like that occurred, I always gave her the opportunity to drive.

It is beyond my comprehension how someone was ever able to construct a vehicle that is so much smaller than it is now. It is hardly the kind of vehicle that a “genuine guy” takes pleasure in driving. I was able to push through the discomfort and continue driving to all of my scheduled appointments, as well as to my workplace. However, in that aspect, I was not a happy driver at any point. I could hardly contain my excitement as the completion of my vehicle drew near.

The day finally arrived when the work on my vehicle was done, and it was all set to be picked up. How could I contain my excitement?

My kind wife offered to drive me to the repair shop, where I was able to get my dependable old vehicle. The ride home was a truly special moment that I will remember fondly for a very long time. I hope and pray that anything like this will never occur again.

I did make one minor error. When I was telling someone about my time spent driving my wife’s van, I casually referred to it as a “Sissy Van,” not realizing that she was within hearing distance of the conversation. I stated that the vehicle was reserved only for weaklings and wimps.

It ought to be obvious to me by now that my wife, like all other wives, has ears that are capable of hearing everything. My wife has the ability to hear what I’m going to say three days before I really think it. I have no clue how anything like that may occur, and you can trust that I won’t make an effort to figure it out.

My wife asked me in a pretty harsh manner while placing both of her hands on her hips, “Did you just refer to my vehicle as a sissy van?”

When my wife misunderstands what I say, I never argue with her interpretation; rather, I just clarify by stating, “That’s not precisely what I meant.”

“All right,” she continued in a very serious tone, “but keep in mind that anything you do will eventually catch up with you.”

I gave a wry grin and brushed off the statement. I just don’t believe in karma.

Things started to take place just about exactly four weeks later to the day.

I was behind the wheel of my vehicle when I traveled to church on a Friday so that I could get some work done at the office. It seemed as if nothing was going wrong.

After everything was over, I went to my pickup to go back home. The engine did not start when I turned the key in the ignition. Oh, man, I thought to myself, what the heck is going on around here? I tried everything that came to me in an effort to get the vehicle to start. It was 4:15 in the afternoon, and on Friday afternoons, the repair shop where I send my vehicle to be serviced shuts at 2:00. Therefore, I was unable to move until Monday.

The most difficult task I had to do was to dial the number of the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and explain to her that I was stranded, the truck would not start, and could she come and pick me up?

She was kind enough to pick me up and take me back to my house. On the walk back to the house, she kept a low profile and did not speak much, but I was able to read her mind.

On that particular Sunday, as I was attempting to record the Sunday service using the sound system, I was unable to get it to function. I tried each of the mics, but none of them worked, and there was nothing I could do to fix the problem.

Because I record our weekly radio show on Wednesdays, I needed to get it corrected by that day in order to meet the deadline. If I’m not able to have it repaired by then, I’m going to be in a lot of trouble.

That occurred on Sunday. The next day, Monday, I woke up to find that someone had broken into my email account, and I was unable to access any of my messages. I put in a lot of effort to access it and create a new password, but none of those things worked. Because I had already done it an excessive number of times, the email provider ultimately kicked me off for twenty-four hours.

It took a few days before my account was unlocked and I was able to access my email.

Even though I do not believe in karma, there are times when things fall back on you as a result of some of the things you have done.

That evening, while I was reading from the Bible, I came across the passage “Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that will he also reap” (Galatians 6:7).

Because what I plant will eventually become what I harvest, I have to become better at being cautious about what I plant.

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