October 15, 2009
Oh yeah. Somebody’s in trouble. Big trouble. I don’t know who. Don’t know exactly what’s going to happen to them. All I know is somebody is right in the middle of the worst day of their life.
The brother of a six year old boy raised the alarm by saying the younger one had climbed into a homemade hot air balloon and it had taken off. For a couple of hours officials followed the balloon, shutting down airports, dispatching helicopters, and generally raising a ruckus for over 50 miles and two counties as they chased the thing.
It finally landed in a field. And no boy was in the basket.
Someone reported seeing something fall out at some point of the flight.
Now the ruckus backtracked along the balloon’s route. Again, airports shut down, helicopters flew with their infrared detectors, and patrol cars with their flashing lights and sirens continued their screaming frenzy. If it weren’t for the fact that it involved the life of a little boy, it would be comical. Like a scene out of the Dukes of Hazzard TV show. You can almost hear the banjo music in the background!
Finally, somebody looked in the boys’ attic. He was hiding in a box.
I don’t know who. All I know somebody’s in trouble. And for once, it isn’t me!
And yet, the deadline still looms.
It’s a joy to be your pastor!
Bro. Dave
