Out to Pastor: If I’m Not Crazy Nobody Is
By Dr. James L. Snyder
Last Sunday, we were driving to our Sunday morning church service and encountered a lot of crazy drivers.
Every once in a while, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage would say, “What’s wrong with these crazy drivers? How did they get a driver’s license?”
I could tell she was a little agitated by these drivers swaying in and out of the lanes. I’m unsure if I was born crazy or just learned it as I grew up. But the facts remain that I am crazy in a variety of ways.
Not long ago, she had to go thrift store shopping which would take up most of her day. I was rather excited because I’ve been thinking about getting an Apple Fritter for several weeks.
A few minutes after she left, I jumped in my truck, went, got an Apple Fritter and brought it home. I was in Apple Fritter heaven.
On my third bite of that Apple Fritter, I heard the front door open, and in walked The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. She stopped, looked at me with both hands on her hips, and said, “Are you crazy or what? You’re not allowed to have Apple Fritters, especially in this house.”
Well, when you’re crazy, I guess you’re crazy.
Driving home from church about three weeks ago, some old man on a motorcycle was weaving back and forth, passing cars. When he passed us, he was smiling like a really crazy man.
When my wife saw him, she looked at me and said, “What is wrong with that crazy man?”
I laughed and wanted to say, but I didn’t, “Well, that crazy man is just having fun. He’s enjoying his life.
The wise man was pretty close to accurate when he said, “Crazy is as crazy does.”
I remember once getting in trouble with The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. I was in my easy chair reading a book, she came in very anxious and said, “Have you seen my glasses? I can’t find them.”
I looked at her and assumed this was a trick question and she was setting me up for something because her glasses were on the top of her head. I didn’t know where this “joke” was going, but I thought I would just play along.
Looking at her, I said, “Are you crazy or what?” Then I laughed hysterically as she stared at me.
“I am not crazy; I just cannot find my glasses.” She wasn’t laughing.
Looking through the living room, she finally reached to the top of her head and said, “Oh, here they are on top of my head. Why didn’t you tell me? Are you crazy or what?”
What would life be without a little bit of craziness?
From my long experience with being crazy, I have concluded that being crazy is an art. It takes a long time to learn how to be crazy, and I think I am very close to a Ph.D. in crazyolgy.
I couldn’t help but think of my favorite Bible verse. Proverbs 3:5-6, “Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.”
No matter how crazy the world around me is, I can trust God to lead me in the right direction.
Dr. James L. Snyder lives in Ocala, FL with the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. Telephone 1-352-216-3025, email jamessnyder51@gmail.com, website www.jamessnyderministries.com.