Boviosity!

"God Talk" gives me the hives. An early post on Boviosity linked to this story and I stand behind every word (scroll down - it's near the bottom):

This is from "Phrase the Lord" in a recent issue of New Man, the publication of Promise Keepers: "Suppose all Christians wore uniforms simply because they saw others wearing them and figured it must be the Christian way. Once that trend got started, we would know they were Christians by their . . . love? No, by their plaid Bermudas, bow ties, and little beanies. I know, that's silly. But have you ever noticed how we Christians sometimes wear funny little verbal 'uniforms'? They're otherwise known as Christian cliches, Christian lingo, Christianese, Christian jargon, or God talk. I'm talking about a word like 'just,' which often shows up in prayer, as in, 'Father God, I just want to pray right now, Lord. . . .' [...]You could make your own list of Christian phrases that have gone dull. In church, after listening to 'special music,' we 'share joys and concerns.' Then we 'come before our Maker in prayer.' So-and-so is a great 'prayer warrior.' She provides 'prayer cover' and asks for a 'hedge of protection' around the young couple who just had their first 'gift from God.' The pastor has a 'heart for missions.'

So what I'm about to say may come as a shock to you. I had what can only be described as a "God Moment" last night. I bought a piano at the Salvation Army store near my house this weekend and I've been worrying over how I could get it delivered for cheap or, better yet, for free. The guy recommended by the store charges more than half what I paid for the piano. I don't know anybody in my neighborhood well enough to ask. Naturally I thought of my church but I was nervous about asking these people. I can't quite say why; they're nice people and all, but I just feel a bit of distance from most of them especially when it comes to asking semi-big favors.

So I went to Wednesday night supper determined to ask *somebody* for help, but not having any idea who.

After going through the line, I sat, as I sometimes do, with John and Michele, a nice couple, and their three young children. I said hello, and John looked at me and said, "Hello. I just got a new truck."

I think I looked at him for a second in disbelief. I might have shook my head, but I smiled and said, "I just got a new piano. Can you help me move it?"

We have a tentative piano-moving date tomorrow afternoon. Even if it doesn't pan out, I have to say - I've just had a God moment. That's one of those moments when EXACTLY the right thing happens at EXACTLY the right time, through no fault of your own.

I know, it's just a coincidence. But it's more fun to tell it this way.

UPDATE: The piano is here, but it wasn't John who brought it, it was Michael, another church friend. However, God was spotted thumbing a ride beside the highway as we passed by, and he winked at me and reminded me to lift with my legs.