Sunday - car batteries - not reading at 6 PM - Some Kind of Wonderful

Hmm, was there anything special yesterday? Well the thing I was most proud of is that when April's car needed a new battery I was able to put it in. April's car wouldn't start. She charged it about a week ago and now it was low again. This time an overnight charge would not hold. So we figured it needed a new one.

It meant her wings were a bit clipped. She could not go to church by herself. She had to ride with her parents. We had to stay through two services since she worked in childcare during the late service.

(You know Jill I was actually a good child care worked when I was April's age. Do you believe it? It's hard for me to believe."

So after service we agreed to find an auto parts store open that sold batteries. I was convinced they all sold batteries and most were open on Sundays. They were not sure. I decided to drive down North Main into town looking for auto parts stores. THERE IS ACTUALLY ONE RIGHT THERE AT 11th (whatever it turns into) and North Main. So we went in there and bought the battery.

I have actually had practice putting batteries in my Toyotas. Usually they are really not special that just sit loosely on the housing and put the cables back on. This one was especially fit for the housing, one had to unscrew and mounting bolt. It was sort of tongue and groove, one had to angle it in and then put the bolt back on. April helped me. I wanted her to get a learning experience out of this.

My procedure for getting the cables off is to carefully hit the cable connector back and forth until it gets loose and then wiggle it off. We found (by God's grace) a wire brush to clean off everything from the corrosion that accumulates. That took some time because I did not want to use too much force and break something. But after they did start moving the cables came right off. We then had to remove the bolt from the housing to take the old battery off. April quickly put the new one on and rebolted it in place. She also placed new post washers (those red and black asbestos rings) underneath the cables. They work a little bit.

The cables went on and we quickly found that the car now started right up. Praise God!!

I was so excited that I had bought new washers for my old battery on my Toyota. I went out and replaced them. I was proud of myself. (Not that it will probably allow me to avoid buying a new battery for my car soon.)

So I heard Michael's sermon twice. We get to see his granddaughter a lot. About a year ago it ceased to be about motorcycles and became his granddaughter. I am glad that he loves her and can find ways to make her into a sermon example.

RC spoke at the evening service. I read my Greek bible and admittedly heard very little of it. An old singing partner BMc came early to get a good seat for 6 PM. He said he'd been called by several people to come to hear BP's sermon. On one sheet BP was the preacher tonight. But the bulletin said RC. And so it was.

The funny thing was that RMc called me at 3:30 and said he was still in Austin and asked could I read the lectionary. I said sure and prepared for it. But I did not communicate with anyone, not RC or BMc so before the service RC asked BMc to read. I saw them talking and guessed what it was about. I felt it was probably the best since I was already singing. It's not impossible to do both but it is awkward. Even though I knew with my head it was a good thing I still felt rejected. That is silly. But emotions can be.

I think in the future if there is a registered reader in the congregation I will ask them to serve if I am ever again caught in this situation.