We’re on our way home from the boys’ soccer practice when he turns to me and says more than he really means to. For fifteen minutes his fingers have been turning the dial on the radio and they only stop when a familiar voice is heard faintly in the background.
I know that voice, too and I reach to turn up the volume a little louder. We ride a little further and I hang on every word I hear.
“That man is the greatest preacher of our generation,” he says.
I nod on the outside, but on the inside I know this man on the radio is not the best preacher of our generation.*
When you have spent a year in the desert, one glass of water can taste like the best you’ve ever had.
We stop at a light and he rubs his head with both hands.
“Why in the world did I agree to speak tomorrow night? I can’t give them what I don’t have. I have no idea what to say,” he says while holding his head in his hands.
I watch the light turn green and I nudge him along. “If they wanted a professional pastor, they wouldn’t have asked you to be the guest speaker. You’re just a warehouse manager who loves Jesus. Be encouraged. How many warehouse managers do you know that get asked to speak at a men’s retreat?”
“Lori, how do I share the whole book of Exodus?” I raise my eyebrows at that and wonder which part of the book of Exodus he is referring to. We’ve only been in the wilderness a few months and we’ve never eaten manna.
I watch his knuckles whiten as his fingers wrap around the steering wheel and I know I should choose my words carefully. I’m not good at that.
“I think you’ve bought a lie,” I say a little more boldly than I had planned.
He turns his head slowly to look me square in the face and I watch his fingers relax their grip on the steering wheel.
His eyes tell me that he knows I am right.
I guess when you feel like you’re waiting on the Lord to show you exactly how He has ordained your steps, Satan sometimes slips into your tent and whispers to you while you sleep.
We unload the kids and they run along ahead of us into the house. I slip my hand into his and I rest my head on his arm.
And all the while, I pray for a burning bush.
* Sorry Dr. Tony Evans, I love you, but here’s Gary Brandenburg, Fellowship Bible Church Dallas. You can’t hear him on the radio, but you can hear him here: http://fellowshipdallas.org/media/sermon-archive/the-gift/ He’s one of my favorites!