Penny Pulpit Essay Prelude What's Significant?

Starting off a new year requires opening a new 2014 book of Penny Pulpit Essays. Though not in 3^rd person, not a Penny Pulpit per se, and exceeding the 300 words required by the “Call to Glory” devotional I write for, I wanted this essay to be my first entry.

After mom died and before dad died we would drive three hours to visit him. He would drone on and on about how he had bolted down a replacement motor on his homemade rock polisher and the old quarter inch bolts were to large so he used some three eighths ones he found on that old washer motor he had kept. This motor had a three pulley adjustable drive, but he couldn't find the right v-belt until he remembered that junk motor in the back of the chicken coop, and sure enough that old belt fit perfectly, so he took a short piece of coat hanger and… There were significant things going on at work. The advanced A/D converter contract bids were all in, and we were to visit the leading contractors at MIT, the Mayo Clinic, and Lockheed Martin next week. There were significant things going on at home, Mike was visiting Army recruiters, Shane was talking about college, and Matthew was struggling in school. There were significant things going on at Church, the teens were taking that trip Friday, the Church Bus was broke, and I needed two new Jr. Church workers by Sunday. The least significant thing in my life right now was what size v-belt might drive a three pulley geared down electric motor. Dad droned on. I didn't pretend to care. We would spend the night and head back home tomorrow; I had a very busy week coming up. Last month I plugged in dad's rock polisher. The belt is a little loose but has held up well for twenty years. Sometimes the most significant thing in ones life is totally insignificant to me. It is because they are not really, in actuality, my loved one. Going through a day insignificant to everyone around you is the embodiment of loneliness. True, we are significant to God, but I'll guarantee there is someone you know who is longing to capture some of your significance today, no matter how busy you might be with your own importance. Anyway, I am writing to tell you that the tree branch that smashed the lawn tractor hood made a crease that funneled all the rain right into the carburetor. So I took a rag and strapped an incandescent light bulb to the carburetor bowl, (You know those bulbs are illegal this year, idiot tree hugging government bureaucrats!) so, after setting all day the whole block of ice was melted out of the carb and I could get a short tube down in there to get all the …..

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An Essay for day #1 01/01/2014