Jul 31, 2008

Jiffy Lube For Jesus...

I don't change my oil anymore. It's not that I don't know how. It really isn't that difficult. You simply pull out a bolt to let the old oil drain out, dump it by your neighbor's back fence when he isn't looking and open four or five quarts of oil and pour it in the hole marked "OIL... If your neighbor is watching you like a hawk because he suspects something, you can take the oil to a qualified dealer and they will dispose of it properly. It's not too difficult.

But these new oil changing stations have made it enjoyable. Not only will they change the oil, but they'll replace the oil filter, check the air pressure, lube all the important moving parts, and give you a nice cup of coffee in a waiting room filled with auto magazines. I look forward to it.

When I was a kid, my sister Val and I would page through magazines and pretend that we were going to get whatever was on our page “ odd or even. So now I sit in the waiting room pretending that I am going to get either the stuff on the right page or the left page. I can't wait for my Lamborghini.

I have actually driven a Lamborghini. When I was in college I worked in a five-star restaurant in Scottsdale, Arizona. On some nights I was the valet. So I was able to drive Ferrari's, Rolls Royce's and Porsche's. We rotated through valets so we would be real upset if we weren't working valet and a great car came in. One night Reggie Jackson came in with his Rolls Royce. The license plate simply read "44... It was real smooth to drive. All the other guys were soooo jealous. But I digress.

I was reminded of all this because of an article I read this week about an Arab sheikh from Qatar. He needed his oil changed and so he packed up his Lamborghini and shipped it to London. I mean, I know some of these countries don't have all of the conveniences of the United States but surely there is a Jiffy Lube somewhere within the Arab world. I guess it cost him $45,000. Man, for that money, I would have personally changed his oil AND disposed of it. I would have even thrown in a car wash. I could have rotated the tires. I could have given him NEW tires.

Actually, many religions are like this. Once in a lifetime or periodically, one must go back to some temple or holy place. That's the only place where God Exists. But for Christians, through the power of the Holy Spirit, God dwells within us. We don't need a pilgrimage to some foreign land to get the real deal. In a way, our gathering of the church in Vail is like the local Jiffy Lube tuning up poor sinners. It's not too complicated. We drain out the old man, plug up the holes in our life and then are filled with God's holy Word. Service with a smile.

Blessings,
Pastor David Hook