The Bathroom Battle Begins

Shell gas station illuminated at night with a car parked on wet pavement
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It always starts the same way: a quiet, creeping panic. That moment when someone realizes the last gas station was thirty miles ago, and the next one might as well be in another dimension.

1. The Seat-Dancer

This driver starts shifting like they’re trying to find a secret cheat code in the upholstery. One leg straight, one leg bouncing, back arched, face tense. They look like they’re performing a one‑person interpretive dance titled “Regret.”

2. The Bargainer

They begin negotiating with the universe. “Please… just let me make it to the next exit.” They promise to drink less soda, be kinder to strangers, maybe even floss. Anything for mercy.

3. The GPS Prophet

Suddenly the GPS becomes a sacred text. They zoom in, zoom out, check every icon, whispering, “There has to be a gas station… somewhere…” They start seeing mirages: a McDonald’s logo that turns out to be a billboard for insurance.

4. The Emergency Engineer

This is the person who starts evaluating every object in the car as a potential solution. Fast‑food cup? Too risky. Empty water bottle? Maybe. Plastic grocery bag? Absolutely not. They become a structural analyst in under ten seconds.

5. The Exit Gambler

They see a random exit with no signs and think, “Maybe… maybe there’s something down there.” They take it. It leads to a cornfield, a closed bait shop, and a church parking lot. They return to the highway defeated but stronger.

6. The Silent Monk

No talking. No music. No breathing. Just pure focus and a prayer whispered through clenched teeth. Their passengers know not to speak. This is sacred time.

7. The Speed-Limit Philosopher

They start doing math. “If I go 12 mph over, I can shave off three minutes… but if I get pulled over, that adds twenty…” They become a highway mathematician, calculating bladder‑to‑distance ratios like it’s a NASA landing prep.

The Triumphant Ending

Eventually, finally, a glowing gas station appears like a desert oasis. They pull in fast, park crooked, and sprint inside with the determination of an Olympic athlete. Meanwhile, an older couple witness the driver’s dismount from the car and their floor routine across the parking lot into the gas station. The old man turned to his wife and said, “Ethal, why on earth do you think they were walking like that? What’s with these people these days?”

And when they return to the car, they sit down with the calm serenity of someone who has been to the edge of existence and came back wiser.

Simply Beautiful!

I was on a road trip a few years back. It was one of those journeys where you simply don’t have an agenda and don’t mind where you wind up. On this particular one, I came around a long sweeping bend in the road, and suddenly, one of the most beautiful churches, no cathedral I had ever seen, stood. I think I was in Pennsylvania.

The pinnacles scratched the underneath side of heaven as they soared high. The sides of the enormously large structure glistened in the sunlight. Then I noticed it was built straddling a river. As I turned into its parking lot, I realized that the front of this edifice was cantilevered over a large waterfall. The rising mist from the falls made the building look like something from a fairytale or Disneyland. As I started walking toward the grand entrance, I could see that the river underneath split into two veins and there was a small island of rock between. The place was beautiful.

The inside was just as lovely. As I entered through the tall, sturdy glass doors, I noticed the ceilings were so high you could hardly see the top. Gold and silver furnishings accented the royal red carpet. It seemed like a church service would be starting soon, so I entered a massive room with a large collection of seats. I found one down front and placed a book in it to hold it.

I thought I had better find a bathroom before things started. I went back into the grand foyer and turned right. Many hallways lead away from there, and they had many doors. Even though I was no longer in the entryway, the beauty and elegance didn’t stop. Winding wood staircases, still covered in the same carpet as where I entered, led to other floors. The place looked like a museum with eye-pleasing artwork on the polished wooden walls. But no bathroom.

I could hear music from the auditorium, but I just had to stop and look through the window that gave you a stunning, breathtaking, up-close view of the water, falling over the rock cliff. There, I realized the exterior was made of stainless steel to keep it from rusting with the constant moisture and mist that enveloped it. The view made my desire to find a restroom even greater. I thought there had to be one near the entrance, so I returned. As I did, I saw what I assumed was the senior pastor dressed in a royal robe greeting people. Then I turned to my left and saw a small hallway. It was down this path I found what I was looking for. The bathroom. I opened the door, and it, too, was beautiful. Marble walls lined the room, and it almost seemed too nice for the business I needed.

Then, I woke up. And yes, I had to go to the bathroom.

As I pondered the dream, the following scripture came to mind:

As he walked away from the Temple, one of his disciples said, “Teacher, look at that stonework! Those buildings!”

Jesus said, “You’re impressed by this grandiose architecture? There’s not a stone in the whole works that is not going to end up in a heap of rubble.” Mark 13:1-2 (MSG)

Jesus went on to teach the few disciples who asked, about the end times. About what will happen on earth before Jesus comes to gather his bride. Those who have accepted him into their heart, into their life.

May your life shine for God. May it reflect His glory, power, splendor, and majesty! May it draw others to him through you. May people want to stop and be in the presence of God that dwells about you. May they be in awe of God and enquire, “Where’s the entrance?” How do I enter into the kind of life you live?” And then, at that moment, you can share God’s love and how He gave us such an enormous, extravagant gift in his son, Jesus.

Don’t be misled by big, successful-looking anything on earth. But instead, seek the spirit of it all. “Is this, or they, of God?” should be the question one asks. Don’t let the grandeur cloud your discernment. The message of salvation, Jesus dying on the cross to forgive us of our sins, is so simple. Even children can understand it and accept it. I did. That message is so loving one could sum it up by saying, “Simply beautiful.”

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