Unplugged

As I may have mentioned ten or two hundred times already, I was doing a number of things simultaneously long before the experts gave it a name and began debating its advantages and disadvantages. Their conclusions are a mute point for me. I don’t multi-task out of a personal conviction that it increases my efficiency; it’s simply the way I’m programmed. It bothers me to do one thing when I can do four.

That back story accounts for one peculiar aspect of my morning makeover. For years now I’ve plugged my hair-dryer and my flat iron into an extension cord, the better to dry my hair while doing leg exercises on my Chuck Norris total gym, picking out clothes in the closet, and making up the bed. My multi-tasking self enjoys the freedom of not being tied to the wall. I hope you’re not rolling your eyes at me. You’ll miss the best part of the story.

The other morning I pulled the tangle of cords and beauty appliances out of my travel bag, plugged the whole kit and caboodle into the wall and switched my hair-dryer on full blast. Nothing. I tried a different setting. Nothing. I cleaned the little vent and tried again. Zip. I was about to conclude the dryer was useless, finished, kaput, dead, when I saw the problem. I had plugged the extension cord back into itself instead of into the wall! I realize I’m not sounding super intelligent, but I’ve counted that cost. I’m willing to take one for the team because I see a very useful illustration in this story.

Plugging into a local body of believers is beneficial and necessary, not to mention a biblical expectation. But may we all be diligent to see that we’re hooked up to the real power for the church is merely an extension of Christ’s body.

Christianity that starts and stops at the church doors is directly responsible for producing bewildered believers holding onto a faith that is as powerless and useless as my hairdryer. Plug into Jesus. He is our Source.

Hugs, Shellie