God uses messed up people, right?
I lead a Bible study. I never prepare for this Bible study sooner than the day of, usually on my lunch break. Today I grabbed a lunch at Firehouse Subs and headed out to the rear of Strang to eat whilst doing my study. I encountered the picnic table laying on the ground upside-down. This was doubtless a Hurricane Francis precaution. I set down my study materials and lunch on the ground and heaved the table right-side-up. It was covered with leaves and dirt and lizards, which I brushed off as much as I could, and I commenced my eating/studying.
The wind was fairly gusty and was working on pitching my lunch bag off the table, so I set my large lemonade upon it to secure it. I struggled to eat, keep the pages of my study guide and Bible flat, and ward off bugs and spiders. Meanwhile, I couldn't help but notice that I was growing pretty hot and sweaty.
Suddenly, a large gust of wind picked up one end of the bag, lifting my drink from its station and pitching it all over my pants.
At this point, a stream of profanities left my lips.
Disgusted, I recovered some napkins and did a half-assed job of cleaning up my spill, only mildly appreciating the fact that the stream of liquid avoided my books and sandwhich. I trudged back inside wondering if there are other Bible study leaders out there who prepare last minute and then let out a string of curse words at innocent gusts of wind. Probably not.