First Sunday of Advent (C), November 30, 2003

Marty Findley. Now I know that you don’t know Marty, but I do. He was one of the adult parishioners in my first assignment after seminary graduation. We lived about two hours from Cincinnati, with a large amusement park nearby. Our church took a group over for a day of fun.

Late in the morning Marty said, "Pastor, come on, let’s ride the roller coaster." I assured him that anything so wild and wacky could not be of God! Marty nagged me until I relented and agreed to ride. After what seemed an hour in line, watching the crazy people in those little cars going up and down, and me trying to get out of line, and him not letting me, we finally got into one. They strapped us in and a bar came down. It wasn’t long until we were on our way.

The first few moments were not bad. Honestly, I kind of enjoyed it. Suddenly we were slowly going up the l-o-n-g hill and in a moment we swooshed downward at breathtaking speed. From that moment forward I was yelling at my now ex-friend that IF I ever got off this contraption I was going to kill him for talking me into this nonsense. It really was a wild, wacky ride and the only security we had was a little piece of leather and a very small bar.

As I ride along in today’s world, I get the feeling that it too, is a "wild and wacky" journey. There are so many things that undermine my security. In today’s scripture I find some tips on how to live in a wild and wacky world.

Tip One. Don’t let the negative circumstances of life destroy you. (v. 25-28)

My daughter sent me one of those circulating e-mails about a guy named Michael. He was the kind of guy you love to hate, because he was always in a good mood and when asked how he was doing replied, "If I were any better, I would be twins!" The story goes that Michael fell 60 feet from a communications tower he was working on. Reconnecting with him after the fall, the friend asked Michael what went through his mind as the accident took place. He answered, "The first thing that went through my mind was the well being of my soon-to-be-born daughter. As I lay on the ground I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or die. I chose to live."

Michael was asked, "Weren’t you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" He said, "the paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read, ‘he’s a dead man’. I knew I needed to take action.

A nurse kept shouting questions into my ear thinking that I was deaf. She asked, ‘Are you allergic to any-thing?’" I replied, "Yes." Immediately the doctors and nurses stopped working on me as they waited for my reply." I took a deep breath and yelled, "Gravity". They began to laugh. As they started back Michael said, "I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive and not dead."