I’ve always been around cars.
My dad used to own minibus taxis and my mom has a driving school, so we always had vehicles around. Naturally, this meant that we had at least some knowledge of how to fix cars – or so we thought. My dad automatically became the mechanic; after all, he has always been a DIY kind of guy and loves to break out his tool kit and get his hands dirty!
Now my dad didn’t always have the right tools all the time, so we had to improvise, and I was the “go-fetch-the-tool” kid. Sometimes I’d come back with the wrong tools and my dad’s short temper would come out and he would shout at me. I would trudge back to the tool box and find something else.
I laugh when I think about this now, because just the other day I had to repair my own car (I had the right tools) but I did it with ease because of my past experience. I love that my dad somehow got the job done – even with the wrong tools!
This Sunday at church the speaker talked about something very similar: he spoke about how God helps fix people – and not man. He explained that it’s God job to “fix” us – it’s not something we can do on our own.
It was then that I though of the idea of God the mechanic who doesn’t need any tools – except faith and grace – to fix us. I love the idea that he has the world’s best “tool box” – and if we turn to him, we’re bound to find the right tool to help fix our life.
If you have something in your life that needs fixing… I know a guy.