I had my usual monthly pacemaker check this morning, and after asking my usual “How is the battery doing?” question, I was told that there was nothing to worry about, but they would have to call my Cardiologist. (It sounded like something to worry about to me, until I remembered that His disciples are not supposed to be anxious, and I calmed right on down.)  In about 15 minutes my Cardiologist’s office called and asked, “What kind of symptoms are you having?” I replied with, “None other than part-timers disease.” Vena, the pacemaker tech, knows me quite well by now, so she laughed and said, “You need to come to the office and let me see what is going on with you. I think your battery needs changing. When can you come?” I replied with, “Look up, and you will see me walking in the door!” In about 20 minutes, I did just that, and she was waiting on me. She took me directly into the little room and hooked me up to some kind of high tech machine and very soon said, “You need to have your battery changed! It only has 6 weeks left!” I  replied with, “When? I am supposed to go out of town Thursday through Saturday.” She very quickly told me to cancel my trip and not to do anything strenuous until I could see my Doc (Dr. Joe Johnson). Well, I told her that it was not my habit to do anything strenuous, not to worry. She informed me that she would get an appointment for me. About 2 hours later, Dr. Johnson’s office called to tell me that I had an appointment at the end of November. I told that young lady that by that time I would almost be out of juice, and explained the sense of urgency that I was given at Dr. Bartlett’s office. She said, “Oh, my. Let me see what I can do.” I replied with, “Please do, as a dead battery ain’t of much use to anyone, not even a dead man.” After a bit of my explaining just how dead death really is, she finally found me an 8:00 AM appointment next Tuesday (10/18/11). I am not real happy with having to wait that long, but I know that His disciples are not to be controllers, so I conceded. I can only hope that my battery will wait that long! I did learn that I will be the first of 86 patients for Dr. Johnson that day. Whew! I am glad I am not #86!

Anyway, my battery ain’t dead yet, and neither am I, but it is a bit disconcerting to know that I will have to preach un-strenously this Sunday. I am not sure I can do that, but I will give it my best shot. Maybe I could preach from a comfortable sofa or recliner.

The trip was going to be fun, free, and to St. Simons, Island with some friends.

Oh, well . . . at least my battery light is still blinking, even if it is a bit on the weak side.

Now you know as much as I know. . .