A Tire Of A Different Dimension
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Vindicate me, O Lord, for I have walked in my integrity, and I have trusted in the Lord without wavering. Prove me, O Lord, and try me; test my heart and mind. For your steadfast love is before my eyes, and I walk in faithfulness to you. (vv. 1-3)
It was a rainy day in Arizona, and my daughter, Shelley, was on her way to work when a tire on her van blew. Fortunately, she was near the gas station where she stopped routinely. Her van limped into the station. She went into the office, but the usual staff was not there. Just then, a tall, young, blond attendant came through the door, smiling.
"How may I help you?" he asked politely.
"Is there someone here who can change a tire for me? I'm on my way to work and can't wait for an appointment." Just then a man called from the garage, "Hey, Rick!"
Shelley looked at the name stitched on the attendant's shirt pocket, which said Rick.
"I'm going to change this lady's tire," he called back.
"Oh, that's another thing. I don't have a spare right now, and I can only afford a used tire. Do you suppose you could find one for me?"
"I don't think we have any used ones right now, but I'll look." He went out to look at her van, taking the tools to change the tire. "What's your name?"
"Shelley. I'm going over to the shopping center to call work," she said, and left. While on the pay phone, she made calls to several other places to see about used tires in the right size, but came up with nothing. When she came back, the tire was changed. To her dismay, and joy, it was a brand new tire.
"Thank you. But I don't have enough money to pay for a new tire today. I'll have to pay on Saturday when I get my paycheck."
"That's fine. However, this is supposed to be your tire."
"What do you mean?"
"I found this tire sitting in the back, all by itself, and this was on it." He showed her a tag with a sticker on one corner where it had been stuck to the tire. It had the name "Shelley" on it.
"I don't understand. I didn't order a tire."
"Nevertheless ... and by the way, we have a special on tires that starts on Saturday."
He wrote up the receipt and handed it to her. She scanned for a price and couldn't find one. There was only a large NC scrawled on the bill.
"But...."
"I told you, this tire was supposed to be yours. I hope the rest of the day goes well."
"Thank you very much." She shook her head in disbelief. If only he knew how really short of money she was!
She looked back over her shoulder as she left. He waved, smiling. Odd, she thought, I never did see anyone else while I was there, I only heard the voice calling to Rick. She glanced at the bill again. It was signed JC. Why not Rick?
On Saturday, she went back to compliment the young man's service to his boss and to make sure she hadn't taken a tire belonging to some other Shelley. The usual crew were in their places. They recognized her right away.
"I was in last week and got a tire. I wanted to compliment the young man you had on duty. He gave my van excellent service and was very pleasant."
"Who was that?"
"Rick."
"We don't have a Rick working here. You must have been in another station."
"No, I always come here. You know that. I blew a tire right down the street and came in to get it changed." She fished the receipt out of her purse and handed it to the manager. Stamped on the top was their logo and station address.
"This says JC. We don't have a JC either."
"He didn't charge me for the tire, and I thought I should come and pay. Also, I thought it might be someone else's tire, since it was sitting by itself and had the name 'Shelley' on it."
"I didn't reserve a tire for anyone. Did you?" he asked his mechanic, who shook his head. Curious now, he went out to look at her tire.
"We don't carry this kind. And I haven't had any of this size in quite a while. You must have been in a different station, Shelley."
"But the receipt has your logo!"
His eyes got a far away look. "What can I tell you? I can't charge you for a tire I don't carry. And no one ordered one of this size."
"Well, thanks!"
He smiled and waved her away. "I didn't do anything."
Her heart sang as she got into the van and drove away. She knew who did do something. She had had an angel visitation in the form of Rick, and Jesus Christ had sent him.
We talked it over, later, and decided a time warp had been used on that location where she was a regular customer. Today we would think of it as parallel universes at work. But, whatever the means, the source is our constant -- Jesus Christ.
It was a rainy day in Arizona, and my daughter, Shelley, was on her way to work when a tire on her van blew. Fortunately, she was near the gas station where she stopped routinely. Her van limped into the station. She went into the office, but the usual staff was not there. Just then, a tall, young, blond attendant came through the door, smiling.
"How may I help you?" he asked politely.
"Is there someone here who can change a tire for me? I'm on my way to work and can't wait for an appointment." Just then a man called from the garage, "Hey, Rick!"
Shelley looked at the name stitched on the attendant's shirt pocket, which said Rick.
"I'm going to change this lady's tire," he called back.
"Oh, that's another thing. I don't have a spare right now, and I can only afford a used tire. Do you suppose you could find one for me?"
"I don't think we have any used ones right now, but I'll look." He went out to look at her van, taking the tools to change the tire. "What's your name?"
"Shelley. I'm going over to the shopping center to call work," she said, and left. While on the pay phone, she made calls to several other places to see about used tires in the right size, but came up with nothing. When she came back, the tire was changed. To her dismay, and joy, it was a brand new tire.
"Thank you. But I don't have enough money to pay for a new tire today. I'll have to pay on Saturday when I get my paycheck."
"That's fine. However, this is supposed to be your tire."
"What do you mean?"
"I found this tire sitting in the back, all by itself, and this was on it." He showed her a tag with a sticker on one corner where it had been stuck to the tire. It had the name "Shelley" on it.
"I don't understand. I didn't order a tire."
"Nevertheless ... and by the way, we have a special on tires that starts on Saturday."
He wrote up the receipt and handed it to her. She scanned for a price and couldn't find one. There was only a large NC scrawled on the bill.
"But...."
"I told you, this tire was supposed to be yours. I hope the rest of the day goes well."
"Thank you very much." She shook her head in disbelief. If only he knew how really short of money she was!
She looked back over her shoulder as she left. He waved, smiling. Odd, she thought, I never did see anyone else while I was there, I only heard the voice calling to Rick. She glanced at the bill again. It was signed JC. Why not Rick?
On Saturday, she went back to compliment the young man's service to his boss and to make sure she hadn't taken a tire belonging to some other Shelley. The usual crew were in their places. They recognized her right away.
"I was in last week and got a tire. I wanted to compliment the young man you had on duty. He gave my van excellent service and was very pleasant."
"Who was that?"
"Rick."
"We don't have a Rick working here. You must have been in another station."
"No, I always come here. You know that. I blew a tire right down the street and came in to get it changed." She fished the receipt out of her purse and handed it to the manager. Stamped on the top was their logo and station address.
"This says JC. We don't have a JC either."
"He didn't charge me for the tire, and I thought I should come and pay. Also, I thought it might be someone else's tire, since it was sitting by itself and had the name 'Shelley' on it."
"I didn't reserve a tire for anyone. Did you?" he asked his mechanic, who shook his head. Curious now, he went out to look at her tire.
"We don't carry this kind. And I haven't had any of this size in quite a while. You must have been in a different station, Shelley."
"But the receipt has your logo!"
His eyes got a far away look. "What can I tell you? I can't charge you for a tire I don't carry. And no one ordered one of this size."
"Well, thanks!"
He smiled and waved her away. "I didn't do anything."
Her heart sang as she got into the van and drove away. She knew who did do something. She had had an angel visitation in the form of Rick, and Jesus Christ had sent him.
We talked it over, later, and decided a time warp had been used on that location where she was a regular customer. Today we would think of it as parallel universes at work. But, whatever the means, the source is our constant -- Jesus Christ.
