Remember last month when I shared the results of my car wash visits in a post called Hot Hands? I promised Brian  when there was news, I would do a Paul Harvey and tell…the rest of the story.

Friday the children were all deposited at various learning institutions. I took the opportunity to go to the car wash since my ride was in imminent danger of being declared a public health threat.

I was really looking forward to seeing God work too. After my last encounter with the young woman at the car wash, I was certain we would have a good encounter. Maybe even get to talk about Jesus. I was almost giddy with anticipation and skipped vacumming so I could get straight her.

I pulled inside the building with a goofy grin on my face, happy to see her. She approached my vehicle and said “You want a vacuum token?”.  No flicker of recognition on her face. Not even a tiny inkling that we had even met before.  “Yes. Thanks.” I said dejectedly. She handed me the coin and walked away. The automatic belt began to pull my car along into the abyss of soap and scrubbers. 

I was so disappointed. I had thought this would be the time. Months of groundwork, a blessed moment with a pair of Hot Hands…then nothing.  I wanted to cry.

What do I do now? Logically, I should give up. Go find an new car wash and stop being so absurdly determined to connect with her.

Maybe I would, maybe I could -  if I was still a citizen of the world. But I am not and neither are you. We are citizens of a Kingdom where the “absurd” happens all day long, everyday. In fact, God specializes in what seems ridiculous and always has been. Anelderly, infertile couple conceive a son and named him Laughter!  A “worthless” hooker saves some big strong men and ends up in the lineage of the Messiah! Let’s not forget the thousands of little “coincidences” we  personally experience from God, but rarely share because they sound…well, unbelievable.

I will go back to the car wash and I will try again. Why? Because God’s love frees us from the burden of being “realistic”. We can dream and hope and believe that God is moving, always. Even at a car wash in a little town in central Arkansas!