Sometimes we must learn to swing on our bars

I heard my own voice talking on radio this morning. God used an earlier me to give the current me a simple message: Get swinging.

Let me explain. Years ago, a local radio station, the Rock 98.5 FM, invited me to write and record a few short radio spots for airing on his station. Words of faith, words of encouragement, words that reflect life and how Christian faith intersects with our experiences. Shorter versions of these columns.

I’d previously done some freelance work for CBC Radio, which I’d enjoyed tremendously. I like radio and believe Christian radio can change lives. A year or more earlier, unknown to the station, I’d begun praying about doing more broadcasting. I can still see the yellow sticky I’d posted on my desktop: “Pray about doing radio spots.”

Recognizing the involvement of a Higher Hand, I said yes. We called the 90 second spots Simple Words and recorded several hundred. They still air a few times a weekday on that station. It astounded me that for several years other stations in other locales, as far away as New Zealand, picked them up as well. (God blesses our yesses. Even when we say them scared out

Sunny Side Up

of our skulls.)

I said all that to explain why, while driving to the hospital this morning, I heard my own voice speaking.

The hospital is only a short walk from home, but I had stuff to bring, hence the vehicle. My “stuff” consisted of a small DVD player, several DVDs, a carafe of