I watched a re-run of the Andy Griffith show, where a new kid in town showed Opie how to get out of working
for his allowance, and even get a new bike, just by throwing a little fit. But it seemed only to work for spoiled kids with
forceless fathers. It reminded me again of why God says “no” at times.
Although I had become a Christian at eleven, I remember praying for a bike for several years, and it seemed
like God wasn’t listening. Finally, a friend who had a paper route said he was giving it up, and I got the route and
bought his bike with my earnings. From there, and when World War Two came, I became the first paperboy at the airbase near
That led to being busboy at a fancy restaurant, then a sales person at the new, first air-conditioned department
store in our town, then to working at a pharmacy, then a track scholarship at college, then a Navy school for electronics,
followed by a drone squadron, and to broadcasting after four years in service. And I got that job because of the engineering
training I got in the Navy. As I recall, I got home from service on a Friday and went to work at the area radio station the
You see…God had things planned out, about the bike, which was a stair-step to the rest of His Plan.
Don’t get in a hurry. Father knows best;
Our Heavenly Father, that is.