The guy who had now upped my insurance premium got out of his car and hastened to the passenger side of mine. As I rolled down the window, his mouth fell open and his eyes widened. What? Did I look like I was going to bite off his head?
He swallowed hard. “I w-wanted to make sure you’re all right. Do you need anything? I’ve called in the accident.”
Aw, what a nice guy. Sorta. I assured him I was okay, and he sped to the car in front of me to check on its driver.
Traffic on the left slowed to a crawl so that passengers could stare into our three-car zoo. Not one to spurn an on-stage appearance, I hammed it up. I smiled, waved, held my hands palms up and shrugged my shoulders. I got the same mouth-gaping, eye-widened response the young driver had given me.
He swallowed hard. “I w-wanted to make sure you’re all right. Do you need anything? I’ve called in the accident.”
Aw, what a nice guy. Sorta. I assured him I was okay, and he sped to the car in front of me to check on its driver.
Traffic on the left slowed to a crawl so that passengers could stare into our three-car zoo. Not one to spurn an on-stage appearance, I hammed it up. I smiled, waved, held my hands palms up and shrugged my shoulders. I got the same mouth-gaping, eye-widened response the young driver had given me.
I decided I’d better look in the mirror.
Oh my. My head was as bald as a boiled egg. I had literally flipped my wig into the back seat.
I reached back and retrieved my, ahem, hair, put it on, and got out of the car. This would definitely go to the top of my Most Embarrassed Moment list. At least I could explain to the young driver that I was receiving chemo treatments and had lost my hair. But all those spectators driving by? Bwahaha, no wonder they had looked stunned. Some bald-headed babe was making quite a fool of herself!
Bald-headed babies are cute, though, aren’t they? And isn’t this the season for The Babe? To the world, the little guy in the manger is a comforting image. What would they think if they looked at what He “grew up” to be? Here’s how Jesus is described in Revelation 19:12-16: “His eyes were like a flame of fire, and on His head were many crowns.... He was clothed with a robe dipped in blood, and His name is called The Word of God.... Now out of His mouth goes a sharp sword, that with it He should strike the nations.... He Himself treads the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God. And He has on His robe and on His thigh a name written: King of kings and Lord of lords.”
Ouch. The cuddling factor is definitely gone.
For Christians, the babe in the manger is the long-awaited seed promised in Genesis 3:15. But we recognize that what we celebrate at Christmas is only the beginning of the fulfillment. The King of kings and Lord of lords is coming again, and next time it won’t be as a bald-headed babe.
Oh my. My head was as bald as a boiled egg. I had literally flipped my wig into the back seat.
I reached back and retrieved my, ahem, hair, put it on, and got out of the car. This would definitely go to the top of my Most Embarrassed Moment list. At least I could explain to the young driver that I was receiving chemo treatments and had lost my hair. But all those spectators driving by? Bwahaha, no wonder they had looked stunned. Some bald-headed babe was making quite a fool of herself!
Bald-headed babies are cute, though, aren’t they? And isn’t this the season for The Babe? To the world, the little guy in the manger is a comforting image. What would they think if they looked at what He “grew up” to be? Here’s how Jesus is described in Revelation 19:12-16: “His eyes were like a flame of fire, and on His head were many crowns.... He was clothed with a robe dipped in blood, and His name is called The Word of God.... Now out of His mouth goes a sharp sword, that with it He should strike the nations.... He Himself treads the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God. And He has on His robe and on His thigh a name written: King of kings and Lord of lords.”
Ouch. The cuddling factor is definitely gone.
For Christians, the babe in the manger is the long-awaited seed promised in Genesis 3:15. But we recognize that what we celebrate at Christmas is only the beginning of the fulfillment. The King of kings and Lord of lords is coming again, and next time it won’t be as a bald-headed babe.
All Marine Corps reservist Jake Chalmers wants is to give his dying wife a last, romantic cruise to the Philippines. Unable to save her in a mass murder aboard ship, he washes ashore a jungle island, where he discovers three other survivors. Heartbroken that he failed to save his wife, he is determined not to fail these helpless castaways.
Federal prosecutor Eve Eriksson rescues a young girl and her elderly great-aunt from the same ship. They badly need Jake's survival skills, but why is he so maddeningly careful? She needs to hurry home to nail a significant career trial. And, please, before Jake learns her secret that she's responsible for his wife's death.
Stranded: A Novel (digital copy) is available at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00OQGJBUY
Federal prosecutor Eve Eriksson rescues a young girl and her elderly great-aunt from the same ship. They badly need Jake's survival skills, but why is he so maddeningly careful? She needs to hurry home to nail a significant career trial. And, please, before Jake learns her secret that she's responsible for his wife's death.
Stranded: A Novel (digital copy) is available at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00OQGJBUY
Intriguing post...intriguing book! Happy Monday!
ReplyDeletemauback55 at gmail dot com
Thanks for a Monday morning chuckle.
ReplyDeleteShe made me laugh too. :)
DeleteGreat post, Steph. Thanks again for being our guest!
I didn't see it coming either.. thanks for the entertaining post !
ReplyDeletedkstevensne at outlook DoT cOM