Thank God for Dip Sticks!

By now many of you guys have patiently endured the continued laments I’ve given about my transmission leak.   That dip stick has been pulled more times than a train whistle, yet this past week I lost it!   Not the transmission, the dip stick.   Panicked, I called my mechanic buddy and he borrowed one from a friend.   Then George began a frantic search of the junk yards for me.   (I have an old 97 Ranger.)   For the last few days I’ve been adding fluid, but unsure I was getting the right amount.  I had no standard to go by.  If I put in too little it could burn up the transmission or even the engine.   Yet, if I put in too much I could have created a fireball or inferno. 

For us Christians, The Bible and The Holy Spirit serve as our guides and standards for life.  Without them both we waiver from the principles and values God has for our lives.  I had to ask when was the last time I panicked that much missing my morning quiet time, church, hour of prayers, or even grace said at a meal.  In the gospels Jesus is always either reminding or declaring what the scriptures say.  They were His gold standard.  In Acts 17: 11, we see that the apostles searched the scriptures often to get God’s council on a matter.  In Acts 18:28 we see them using the Word of God to refute teachings of the Jews.    2 Timothy 3:16, reminds us that all scripture was given to correct and teach us.   

I’m so thankful I found my dip stick this morning. wedged between the battery and the fan.   All day I found myself instinctively making the spiritual analogy and thankfully choosing to direct my thoughts to devotionals, a Christian song, or verses I could remember.   Without the scriptures our lives loose their sense of what is ordinary and normal.    You may think it’s dorky to be thankful for something so lame as a dip stick, but without such things both my work life and spiritual life hits a tailspin.   How are your dip stick readings lately?   Have a great evening.