The sound of a deflated Kazoo striking that spot on the wheel, signaled to all, in the studio and to the television audience that, yes, there was an obvious “missed opportunity.”
Life, people, and, in this case, the other contestants, would all get their chances to “go ahead,” while this one person who, “lost- a- turn,” had to wait it out.
They had to watch. They had to think about what would or could not happen for them.
How many chances and opportunities do we get in life?
How much grace?
How much mercy?
“It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.”
Lamentations 3:22-23
When, is it, exactly, when we have “gone too far?”
I have a lot of regrets, sins, and mistakes in my life. It’s not about laying them all out, bare for every scavenger to pick apart.
It’s about recognizing that life, so often, makes it “seem” that I have, not only, “lost- a- turn,” but that I have “lost- MY- turn.”
As a farm girl, I grew up with plenty of grasshoppers.
Or, in Old Timey Bible speak, “Locusts.”
Especially during the late summer and the early autumn, these suckers would be Plague Biblical, overrunning the fields, my home’s front and back yard, as well as our gravel driveway. I had so many memories of them slapping against my bare legs as I walked. I knew to wear shoes, not just because of the gravel roads, but because, if I didn’t, I’d be stepping on and squishing many of them. I did not desire to feel their oozing guts in between my toes.
I know. Vivid.
Years later, when I got more into scripture, I was, once again, brought back to grasshoppers.
Locusts.
