I don’t know if it has ever crossed your mind, but I have a mind that is crossed by a lot of strange and unusual observations, including this one…
The worse the literature in a waiting room, the longer you have to wait.
Really! It’s true! It is a fact as verifiable as the truth that ginger ale tastes better in an airliner at 30+ thousand feet (I would love comments on that one). Here’s another observation…
The better the literature, the quicker you will be seen by a doctor.
Trust me, I have a wife and three daughters. I have spent more time in OBGYN, pediatrician, emergency room, and hair stylist waiting rooms than I care to calculate. On top of that, I have spent countless hours sitting in waiting areas while either my car was serviced, or one of the females in my life tried on more garments than a sweat shop in China can make in a month.
I KNOW waiting room literature. What typically happens to me is that I will either be sequestered in a room full of cooking magazines and back issues of AARP Today, or I will be handed five men’s magazines and be called back in three minutes.
You see, it’s like this… If a waiting room has 10 issues of Women’s Health or Ladies Home Journal beside every chair, consider yourself in purgatory. On the other hand, if there are new issues of Car and Driver, Smithsonian, Robb Report, or the latest edition of Jane’s Book of Weapons that Every Man would Like to Have, expect Gabriel’s trumpet to sound at any moment, because you won’t get a chance to read them.
So, this brings me to the following picture. Sitting in the pediatrician’s office with my wife and two of our girls, having to endure the constant dripping of word after word, I needed to zone out – I needed a distraction. Honestly, with the battery on my iPhone going dead, there was NOTHING else to read. Can you guess how long we were there?
I’m always looking for a way to make a spiritual application to life’s situations. But honestly, I am at a loss for this post. There has to be a Biblical truth that is applicable to enduring the waiting rooms of life. Can you think of one? Hmmm?
Who knows, I may use it in an upcoming sermon š
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