Busted for Cheating

I have a confession to make.  My suburb blacked out on Wednesday night, and I think it may have been my fault.  Indirectly at least.  You might remember that I decided to give up tv five nights a week during the season of Lent (past post: Give A Little).  Apparently cheating doesn’t go unnoticed by God!  Oops.

The two nights I’m allowing myself to watch tv are Sunday and Tuesday.  But I thought that if I only watched a little on Sunday night, I could sneak a little on Wednesday night too.   I justified it to myself even though I knew it was a technical loophole.  The tv had only been on for about ten minutes on Wednesday night when there was a huge electrical noise outside and the power went off.  To quote Steve Urkel, “Did I do that…?”

My logical brain tells me that the power went out because a transformer blew up and I had nothing to do with it.  My heart tells me that God sees everything, and there is no such thing as a coincidence.

The power wasn’t off for long – just until after my show had finished.  I think this week I’d better leave the tv off when it should be off, for the sake of my neighbours!