People write letters to advice columnists that can be heart-breaking, confusing, heart-warming, or … stupid:
“Dear Abby, while I was eating lunch the other day, I saw the image of Abraham Lincoln on one of my potato chips. I got so excited, thinking about how I might be able to share this wonderful news (and how much money I could make), I popped the chip in my mouth before I could stop myself and ate it. Is there anything I can do about this?
I don’t know how the columnist answered, but I’ve tried to come up with several appropriate responses but none seem very dignified:
- Buy more chips, maybe there’s a presidential series.
- Quit eating chips, there’s too much salt and it may be affecting your brain
- Have your stomach pumped and have some glue nearby
- Sift through your …. No, that’s gross
- It’s too late so move on
- Have someone take all of your electronic devices away so you cannot communicate again ever
When I think of missed opportunities, this bozo is not what I had in mind. I think of those moments when I could have said the right word … or when I did say the wrong word; when I did the right thing or when I did the wrong thing. I think of that moment when I could have noticed God at work but was too busy, distracted, or clueless. I think of when the prompting of the Holy Spirit was ignored and a divine appointment was missed.
It is wondrous when we pay attention, when we actively listen, when we slow down and open our eyes and ears and hearts. Today you and I will have opportunities. I hope we don’t miss them!
Hey, look at that cloud. Doesn’t that look just like Abraham Linc … Sorry.