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The Undoing of Evil

Updated on December 4, 2012

When evil comes crashing...

The other night, we out to dinner with Judy's parents. Her father drove. When he came to a particular intersection, my mind went racing back 20 or so years. Fear and anxiety filled my heart. I waited to hear some type of remark--but there was none. You see, 20 something years ago, Judy's parents were moving from the house she grew up in to one they had just built. I was responsible in overseeing that some of their possessions were moved without incident from the old house to the new.

My father-in-law had an Evel Knievel pinball machine in the basement. I can recall instructing those I was overseeing to secure the pinball machine against the front of one of the trucks we were using. I went into to gather a few things. When I came outside, there I found the pinball machine in the back of my truck. Most of the men had left with the truck that the pinball machine was to go on. I thought great--this is not good. But what was I to do--drive carefully.

Well everything was going well until I came to that intersection I just mentioned a few moments ago. As I turned left into the intersection, I looked in my rear view mirror and saw Evel take his last jump. The pinball machine started to tilt in the opposite direction from whence I turned. I felt as if I were sitting in this time warp--all sense of time slowed downed. There I was in one of Alfred Hitchcock's moving screaming "NO!" As if that was going to help.

When I came to my senses and gathered my composure, I stopped off the side of the road and saw what damage was done to the pinball machine...well, the best way for me to describe its condition state that it was DOA with a DOR. I thought crap...this is not good! Someone had to explain to Judy's dad that Evel literally made his last jump. I just love the mind and how it works. I started to think of every possible explanation as to what just took place...however, there was no legitimacy to the claims I conjured up. The simple truth was the best remedy.

So that evening, I spoke with my father-in-law. He asked if we got everything moved. I said yes, but there was something he needed to know...and the last thing I can recollect about that conversation was when I informed him that I and I alone was responsible for killing Evel...

I guess I should have know then that God was calling me to the ministry....

It is my prayer that those reading this story can see the humor as well as the twist of words at the end.

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