Easter Mini Miracle

Holy Week and Easter Sunday 2009 – now a recent passing. I experienced my Easter panic and Easter mini-miracle over the last few days. I gathered my sermon notes and Easter offerings and rushed out the door Easter morning at 6:15 a.m. I grabbed the newspaper, tossed it into the garage and hopped in my car for the one minute commute to church. Easter Sonrise Service would begin at 6:40 a.m. It was cool and misty.

Upon arrival in my office I had my Easter Offering Envelope but our check for the weekly offering was nowhere to be found. No time for thorough search it’s time for Sonrise Service, then Easter Breakfast. Back in the office, the check was missing. I walked out on the now wet and puddly parking lot. The breeze was gentle from the East, it couldn’t have gone far. My precious wife searched the counter back home where I had scooped it all up. No check.

Monday came. I walked the whole parking lot, searched the grass all along our side of the busy street. No check to be found. Now a little worried I checked my account at the bank on line. Nothing unusual there. I worked on and finished my taxes.

Tuesday came. I rechecked the kitchen counter, my office, the church side of the street, then crossed and searched the grass and ditch across the busy road. I spotted trash in the culvert, but none of it looked like a check. It was gone. Checked the account online and found it in its usual order. I thought about closing the account and opening a new one. I know, what a hassle, but what if the one who found my check was of the criminal mind. Just dry it out from the rain. Everything you need to print your own checks was there. I would lose my identity and face financial ruin. I watch the news. I know how they work.

Wednesday, still stewing over my certain disaster, I stepped out the door to go to lunch. A potato chip bag caught my eye tumbling across the church lawn. There, I haven’t looked there around those bushes. My shoes sunk into the mud. How clumsy of me I thought. What’s that on the ground on the West side of the bushes? It looks like a crumpled tissue. I walked to it. There it was, the check, all wrinkled and mud covered, but dry. A piece of trash? NO! It was my own mini Easter miracle.

I won’t be changing my account now. It is OK, I might even say it runneth over. Why, Oh Why do I worry so?

With a song in my heart,
SoulSongWriter