Well,
Joel and Nicki have suggested that I write about an event or two that happened in church here in Springfield. And I say that because, yes, there were moments in Cincinnati during church when I suppose I could have been killed as well… Ah yes, the memories are all coming back now. Daniel our sometimes erratic homeless guy, indoor campfires, church fires and electrocutions… I digress without even thinking of retreats.
It was October and we were doing a series on the book of James. We decided to talk about temptation. I remember the point very clearly. You can either fuel your temptations, or fight them. As Jeff and I were brainstorming ideas, naturally fire entered into my mind. Initially the thought was of a video that would show us walking around with the red gas cans and then approaching a campfire. Then, I remembered that I have kids and I want to live to see them.
So, I thought, what if we could do the ole hair spray and a lighter trick? Man, I have some great stories about that from when I was growing up. My dad actually used to mass produce potato guns and sell them at gun shows, so, the sweet and tangy scent of aqua net and potato goo was fresh in my memories. I could just feel in my memory the soft thump of a potato leaving the gun barrel and the kick from igniting hairspray…
We decided to go for it.
That morning I stopped by the Walgreens and pondered what hairspray to get. They were out of aqua net. Gun show must have been in town.
I grabbed a can and a lighter and headed to church.
Shannon warned me to test it out. I assured here that it would work and that there was no way I was testing it out right there in our house…
Well, I got to church, and got along with my Sunday morning routines… I set the items up on the stage for when I would need them and then as the time finally approached, I made my point and said, “You know it’s sort of like this… Our temptations are a lot like this flame… (I lit the lighter) and if we choose to fuel our temptations, it’s like adding hairspray to the mix (I notice wide eyes and horrified mothers in 2nd row to my left, but only for a moment because the hairspray blew out the flame.)
I tried and tried to get that hairspray to ignite, but it was just too wet. So, I started to burn the can with the lighter and people made for the doors.
Alas, I did not die. Nor even come close for that matter. I have better stories than this. Next post: How I was shot at when I was 7 in Joliet, Illinois.



