We recently sold our second car, a 1991 Honda Accord with 240,000 miles on it and various problems. The problems started to seem rather humorous when I began listing them in my mind, so we could warn potential buyers: You can't roll down the driver's side window at all; you can roll down the passenger side rear window, but be sure you don't, because it takes two people to roll it back up again and one of these days it just plain isn't going to go back up; if you open the glove compartment, the locking/closing mechanism falls out but you can stick it back in again; the air conditioner works but not in really hot weather; etc. etc.
It ran okay, but due to the problems, we listed it for sale for $1,000. We finally took $800 for it.
One guy wanted it, but he was being extra cautious and wasn't going to commit until he had a chance to get a day off work and have it gone over at a car place. Now, this is sensible for a used car. You just have to realize that someone else might buy it in the meantime, which is what happened.
Here's his email after I emailed him that someone else bought it:
"Hi, Thanks for letting me know. I guess God didn't want me to have it. I am glad that it worked out good for you and I hope those people need that car more. Everything is God's will.
Thank yo
u, Brandon"This is not an unusual viewpoint for our part of the country. Quite common, actually.
I can't figure it out. Do people honestly believe that God has nothing better to do than worry about what car they drive? Can't we give the poor Guy a break and do SOME things for ourselves? (Besides, if God were actually overseeing our car sale, I'm sure He would've sent someone with $3000 cash and a strong desire to pay way more than we were asking . . . )
Right here on the internet, I have discovered proof that God does not mess with trivialities here on Earth. The proof: He hasn't struck down the sickos who put these T-shirts on these little girls.
I found this picture when searching on Google Images for a picture of God to put on this post. When you search on "God," this is one of the first pictures to come up--now, isn't that scary.
It seems to me that the mere existence of this photo proves that God finds it demeaning to interfere too much in the day-to-day business of His followers. Logically, you see, if God were involved in human activities to the point that He would care who gets our Honda, He would also whip out a lightning bolt, smite the parents of these girls, and zap the the girls into a loving home. (Possibly of the "Heather Has Two Daddies" variety?) God is love . . .
