God has a sense of humor.
The garage door opener has been broken for close to a year. When I hit the button, the light flashes 10 times to tell me it’s not working. Sometimes it starts closing, then stops and goes back up. In either case I have to hold the button to make sure the door closes.
My routine for months has been: Pull the car out of the garage, click the remote and get out of the car while the lights flash, then hold the outside button until the door is closed. The door opens just fine, it just won’t close unless you hold down the button.
Last week I finally took the time to look at the door’s workings. It seems mice had gnawed through the wires on the north side of the door. I reconnected the wires, but still nothing happened. I figured one of these days I would have to call the dealer and get a professional to repair it, which I really can’t afford just now.
Then Friday I pulled the car out of the garage and clicked the remote. As I climbed out of the car, I noticed that the door was closing on its own. I watched, shocked, as the door went all the way down as it’s supposed to do.
“OK,” I said, and went about my business. And when I got home, the door again closed when I pushed the interior button. I didn’t have to hold it down.
Figuring it was a fluke, I pulled out of the garage Saturday, clicked the remote and opened the car door — but the door closed on its own.
Maybe it fixed itself? Maybe God fixed it?
When I came home I pulled into the garage, climbed out and pressed the button. Sure enough, the door started to descend on its own.
“OK, Lord, I guess you fixed it,” I said out loud. “I don’t believe it —”
At that very moment — at the very moment I said “I don’t believe it” — do you understand? I said “I don’t believe it” and right exactly then — the door stopped most of the way down and started going back up, malfunctioning just the way it had for the previous several months.
I laughed at God’s joke, and said, “OK, OK, I believe it, I guess you fixed the door for me, Lord.”
Sunday I pulled out of the garage, clicked the remote, and it closed just fine.
When I got home, I pulled in, got out of the car, and said out loud, “I believe you, Lord. Thank you.”
The door went all the way down.
You may believe God would not care one way or another if my garage door opener works.
I used to believe that, too.
