For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. (Ephesians 6:12)
How many sermons have you heard on this topic? Probably not many! As we move towards the Second Coming, world events, increasingly, don’t make sense. The warfare is becoming, more and more, spiritual, but we don’t see what’s going on. When something happens; there’s a reason, even if we mortals don’t see the hidden cause. I confess, I’ve never really taken this passage seriously until now. For me, the two years have been anything, but a coincidence. I start with a quote from a Tee Shirt.
There are no short cuts to anyplace worth going—Author Unknown
MY ROMANS 8:28 ADVENTURE—2013
It started mid-June. It’s possible that more is happening in the spirit world, than what we see in our world. One after another, have come bizarre events that have caused me to wonder what’s going on. These events looked bad, but turned out to be good. What seemed like trials, later, became blessings. Let’s consider two passages:
The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD: and he delighteth in his way. (Psalms 37:23)
And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose. (Romans 8:28)
The above passages only apply to those who love the Lord. (If you don’t love the Lord, you can’t claim them.) Romans 8:28 then reiterates by saying, if you love God, you are the called according to his purpose.
I had to believe God had something special for me—perhaps a new ministry. If so, it’s worth any price. The adventure continues. I will jump from one event to the next—sometimes without warning. The writing and publication of this book may turn out to be the highlight of the adventure. I want so much to influence others for godliness. A WARNING: You’ll soon see mechanical trials that may not interest you. Just sail on past; you won’t hurt my feelings.
In mid-June, Dr. Childs determined, I had a melanoma skin cancer, and scheduled surgery for me in Houston (100 miles away).
July 8 & 15, Theresa had cataract surgery—first one eye, and then the other. It would take three weeks for her to recover. We brought in Helen to look out for Theresa, until she was again able to keep house—it would be three weeks!
Apparently the anesthesia triggered something. My wife was already in mental decline, but then began to rapidly lose mental acuity. Her sister, Mary, had dementia since the Fall of 2008, and had been under Theresa’s care. Helen remained for the next 6+ months. Our caregiver washed, cleaned, cooked, and took care of the girls. She was great. Now, for my work problems!
Work Related Problems
I had hired an AC helper named Sam. He was young and inexperienced. On July 10, we were on a job when he announced he wanted 50% more—that was a shock. We finished, and tried to leave the job, but the large van wouldn’t start. We got a ride home, and picked up the Ranger. Before the day was over, it overheated, and was left at the supply house.
The next day, Thursday July 11, we got both vehicles running, and parked the large van at a customer’s house on Inwood to be used the next day on a job. I parked the Ranger at my house. At 3am, July 12, a drunk crashed his pickup into my drive, where he bounced off the Ranger. If the large van had been parked in it’s usual spot, it would have been destroyed, and that would have been a disaster.
The pickup hit a tree at an estimated 40 mph. There were three men in the pickup, and one of the passengers got a broken neck. (I heard he was recovering.) After the accident, still July 12th, I headed for surgery in Houston. My men called from Inwood to tell me the customer had forgotten our appointment, and wasn’t home. Using my cell phone, in route to Houston, I tried to call other customers who needed our services. For over an hour, AT&T lost it’s cell phone coverage, and I was helpless. Finally AT&T came back on line, and I made necessary arrangements. The surgery was successful.
After the crash, the Ranger could still be driven. The insurance paid to make repairs, but it didn’t happen. Ten days later, on July 22nd, I blew a head gasket—the Ranger was 20 years old. July 25th, I bought a Ranger that was only seven years old—same beautiful grey color!
The 2006 Ranger was great, but took a couple of weeks to outfit. In the meantime, I used the large van. One morning, the engine of the van began to quit, so I limped home, and spent three hours, as I finished outfitting the 2006 Ranger. Then, I continued to run service until 7pm. Each day, I wondered what would be the next surprise, and they continued to come. Besides my AC business, I have some rental property.
Misty and Sam
I knew Misty Deal had shaky credit, but she asked me to take a chance by accepting her as a tenant. I did and lost. At the end of July, she was three months behind in rent, so I evicted her. I got a judgment for about $2300, which I don’t expect to collect. I increased Sam’s rate 13%, but that wasn’t enough. August 23rd, he gave his two-week’s notice. But summer was almost over, so it was okay. Now back to the home scene.
Death in the Family
For nine years, my sister-in-law, Mary lived with us. For the last five years, she had dementia. In late October, Mary began to fail rapidly. Her body had been strong, but her brain began to shut her body down. We found her asleep on the floor. Then she would sleep all day, and prowl during the night; then she would sleep all the time; then she couldn’t walk; then she couldn’t eat.
We saw her death coming, and began to make funeral arrangements. I bought three cemetery lots, 12/16/13, three days before her death. At the cemetery, was buried a man who used to own a junkyard; there was a picture of his junkyard at his gravesite. I asked, “What could be done for Dr. Kool?” A young man, who was with us asked, “How about an air conditioner instead of a tombstone?” I thought it was hilarious. One of my customers wondered if Aaron thought I was destined for hell, and needed the cooling; but she knew better.
December 18, Helen said to me, “Mary will die today or tomorrow.” I asked, “How do you know?” She said, “I’ve been doing this a long time.” We brought in hospice. Mary died in her sleep, 16 hours after Helen’s announcement. Her final decline took 50 days. I had already made arrangements with the funeral home. They picked up her body at our home. In death, Mary looked like a princess. Thankfully, Mary had been saved as a youth, so we’re at peace with her passing. Helen stayed, and continued to care for my wife.
My New Church
Mary’s memorial service was held 12/23/13 at a small Baptist church. Shortly thereafter, I began attending that church and have been blessed beyond measure. Their young pastor is by far the best preacher I’ve heard in my 75 years. This is an old church with a young heart. The music and praise is uplifting, being led almost entirely by young people. The personal discipline in their lives is astounding.
At the end of October, exactly when Mary went into sharp decline, Helen began to conduct herself in a fraudulent manner. Unknown to me, she took my debit card from a drawer, and began to misuse it, along with the credit card I had loaned her for groceries. I’ll discuss that later.
MY ROMANS 8:28 ADVENTURE—2014
Medical, Theresa, and Helen
Early January, I slipped and came down with my back lodged against a tree. I drove 25 miles to my chiropractor. Before I left his office, I went into terrible spasms. He drove my car home, and his wife followed with their car. As I arrived home, the spasms ceased.
January 15, I went shopping for a Sleep Number bed. I had failed to receive my normal bank statements, so I asked them to print new ones. After my trip to Sleep Number, I stopped at the bank, and was astonished at what I found. (While misusing my credit/debit cards, Helen had been intercepting my bank statements.)
I asked Helen if she knew about the card discrepancies, but she didn’t. She said she would be in for work at 7pm, but didn’t show up. For awhile she disappeared “off my radar screen.”
For the next three days, Deborah and I watched Theresa constantly. Through my chiropractor, we found a home for my wife. I asked Candy for the name and phone number of the caregiver. When she told me Rosemary, I asked if she was married to George, my AC customer. I already had her address and phone number. Rosemary lived 1.3 miles from my home, and Theresa moved into her home January 18th.
Things Were Happening
My wife was going downhill fast, and had moved in with Rosemary. Our neighbors, Lorence and Zora, invited Deborah and me over for dinner. Lorence said, “The women are going to be after you.” Deborah said, “I already have one picked out for him.” Lorence said, “Do you want me to pass your name around?” I replied, “You’ll have to talk to my agent.”
For the next six months, Theresa lived with Rosemary in College Station. I would visit my wife each evening, and Rosemary would feed me, but things had drastically changed. It had been years since I’d lived alone. From the beginning, it has not been good for the man to be alone. I must admit, I began to look around and make a mental list of possible ladies—just for future reference. I continue to do that, but from a distance. All my life, I’ve been protected from temptation, but the best protection is a Genesis 2:24 marriage.
Why did the David and Bathsheba affair happen? David had seven wives; did he need another woman? So why did he go astray? Let’s go back to Genesis, “Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh.” (Genesis 2:24, emphasis added).
- It says a man shall cleave unto his wife—not his wives!
- It says the two shall be one—not the eight!
The man had seven wives, so it was impossible for him to find a Genesis 2:24 relationship with just one wife—that would have been his protection! He didn’t become one with anyone, so he was still alone. Seven wives, but still alone!!! After marrying Bathsheba, David had eight wives, and Bathsheba was said to be his favorite. It was to her son, Solomon, that David passed the kingdom. Now back to Helen.
A Fabulous Care Giver
Helen was a fabulous caregiver, and often brought her Bible to our home. I trusted her explicitly, and loaned her a car that she drove five months. Shortly after discovering her fraudulent activity, I recovered my car using my key. For some reason, there was no oil in the crankcase, and we ruined the engine—there was no evidence oil had leaked out. We sold the car as scrap, and suffered a loss of over $3K.
March 24th, Helen was arrested and jailed. She couldn’t make bail, and spent six months there while waiting for trial. September 23rd, she agreed to a plea bargain, and was sentenced to six years in prison. I was given the chance to speak. I said, “If Helen wanted my money, she should have had the government take it from me, and give it to her. She bypassed the middleman, the government didn’t get its cut, and now she’s in trouble.”
A Lesson To Be Learned
Again and again, I’ve seen it. I’ve practiced my Faith in practical ways, reaching out with kindness and compassion. Like others, Helen mistook my kindness for weakness, and took liberties she might, otherwise, not have taken.
I’ve sought to replicate Jesus’ ministry. His healings, the loaves and the fishes, etc. were intended to bring men to the truth of their own sinfulness, and need for Salvation. People continue to mistake Jesus’ kindness for weakness. They want the goodies, without the discipline that comes from following Christ.
As the end of the Age approaches, these people and the merchants of “Christian Prosperity” will find that Jesus, “The Lamb slain from the Foundation of the earth,” is also, “The Lion of the Tribe of Judah.”
An Accident and Illness
On February 28th, I was working on an electrical box I thought was “dead.” I was wrong, and had my hand in the box when two wires touched. The electrical arc burned my hand so badly the blister looked like a fig. St Joseph provided fabulous care, and a month later my hand was good as new.
After that, I got a really bad case of bronchitis, which Dr. Jones thinks might have been caused when the burn weakened my immune system. As you may know, bronchitis is really bad stuff; the vestiges continued seven months. Let me back up, before I go forward. November 20, 2013, I had hired Rheese, a man I discuss in Chapter 21, Part 1.
Romans 8:28 Big Time
The burn and bronchitis sounds bad, but it worked out for good. I was forced to send Rheese out alone, rather than going with him. By himself, he demonstrated his incompetence, sooner than he would have otherwise. Again and again, I would come behind him to pick up the pieces. Because of these early warning signs, Rheese left me sooner, rather than later. That prepared the way for me to find and hire Patrick who, as I said earlier, is everything I could ask for in an employee, but is also the heir apparent to my AC business.
As an AC repairman, Rheese was a fraud, but he was a born salesman, who could sell refrigerators to Eskimos. My son-in-law had moved from Charles Ct., so I allowed Rheese and his family to move in, rent-free. They lived there until June 14, when he left to work for an out-of-town contractor. We cleaned up the house, and it was time to lease it out to a new tenant.
On July 15th, Tyrone and Kelly moved their family in. They were Christians, and I fell in love with them, but Tyrone proved to be a pathological liar. I had them evicted, and on 10/27/14 they left owing me $5381. My neighbor said he was sorry for my bad luck. I replied that it wasn’t bad luck, but bad planning on my part. For my rental property, I continue to handle maintenance, but now have Finders Keepers screen new tenants.
Thank You, Jesus!
November 1st, new tenants moved into my house on Charles Ct. They signed a lease agreement, through Finders Keepers, and are excited about moving into my well-kept facility. They are responsible Christian girls from good homes, but I still had them checked through Finder’s Keepers. As of Fall 2015, our landlord/tenant relationship continues to be fabulous.
The Punch Line is At the End
May 15, I did an AC job for a man named Kim, but he didn’t want to pay my diagnostic fee. (An orderly society requires that people pay their bills.) After the constable delivered his summons, Kim sent me a lengthy fabricated text message that bore no resemblance to the truth. As the hearing approached, he wrote me a check to head off the court appearance; but I had already filed, and wanted to see it through. He didn’t like that. The judge ruled in my favor, which meant he owed me both the diagnostic fee and court costs.
The judge later told me, “You couldn’t see him, but Kim was so mad, I was afraid he’d take a swing at you.” Again, Kim’s testimony was totally untrue. I told the judge, I didn’t recognize anything Kim had said. When he left, I swear there were skid marks in the parking lot—well figuratively, anyway!
Because Kim was so mad, I decided to just cash his check for the diagnostic fee, and forego the court costs. The check bounced. I hadn’t noticed, but here’s what it says at the top of the check, “Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts.” (Colossians 3:15) Let me put that in context.
And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to the which also ye are called in one body; and be ye thankful. Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord. And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him. (Colossians 3:15-17, emphasis added)
Looking more closely at the check, the word “peace” appears in the background watermark 42 times. Someone really likes the idea of peace, but Kim was not a happy camper. He didn’t want to pay my reasonable charge; he was exceedingly angry; he’s a pathological liar; he defied the judgment ordered by the court, and he stopped the check. The peace of Christ was not ruling his heart. What sort of testimony was that?
I think I know the answer. At the top of the check, along with Kim’s name, is that of his wife, Lisa. I’m betting Lisa’s a Christian. I don’t know who needs prayer most Kim or Lisa. When Kim wrote that check, he wasn’t thinking of peace.
It has been weeks since I wrote the above, and I’ve just heard from Lisa. She paid the full amount of the judgment including the court costs. She also contends that Kim is a Christian man, but a sinner—just like YOU and me. He may be saved, according to Ephesians 2:8-9, but he’s not yet saved unto good works (Ephesians 2:10). It’s entirely possible that, through this incident, Lisa will influence Kim toward righteousness, and that would make it worth all the trouble.
Rosemary and George Again
July 19th Rosemary and George moved from College Station, TX, to Round Rock, Texas. The chain of events was truly bizarre. They closed on a house in Round Rock, on a Thursday. The next day, Rosemary was taken to the hospital, and became somewhat limited. But they were committed to move, and had to sell their College Station house.
Rosemary had been taking care of three women, and dismissed the two who were in wheelchairs. My wife was more easily managed, so she went with them to Round Rock. The College Station house desperately needed work to make it saleable. As I said earlier, my men and I did what was necessary for the sale.
On July 25th, Rosemary had signed a contract with a realtor named Jennifer. Like Rheese, Jennifer is incompetent, but has the ability to sell. She claims to be in the top 2% nationwide in sales, and I believe her. I challenged her severely, and she said, “We’re going to sell that house.” I believe that’s what caused Jennifer to make the sale of Rosemary’s house a priority, even though it wasn’t a high dollar house.
I found Jennifer terribly deficient when it came to the details, and extremely hard to work with, but she did sell the house—after we had made the repairs! The new people moved in October 15th. Once Rheese left, I thought I would never, again, have to deal with someone like him, but I was wrong.
Rheese and Jennifer
My experiences with Rheese and Jennifer were terrible. Their incompetence was only exceeded by their arrogance. They are both in the Kingdom of Man. Their first priority is gain; they see people as for their use, not to be served. Their behavior required a righteous reply, and I believe they inspired me to begin this book. “And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.” (Romans 8:28) I started writing 9-27-14, just as we finished the repairs on Rosemary’s house.
Over a year ago, I saw a sign that read, “My daddy does tree work at a good price.” I called, and Spencer answered. Besides the tree work, he introduced me to Rheese. Rosemary hired Jennifer. I want to thank both Spencer and Rosemary, for making my wonderful Romans 8:28 experience possible.
I’m hoping what I’m saying will help you resist sales people, who have dollar signs in their eyes. On Friday the 13th, March 2015, Jennifer closed on the sale of the house, owned by Rosemary and George. I said that Jennifer was extremely strong on sales and extremely weak on service. I will give an example.
I paid $2284 to install new counter tops. Jennifer was to handle the back splash installation. She gave faulty instructions to her installer, and part of the work had to be re-done. It was agreed that I would be refunded $2000, when the house closed. Jennifer asked me for an invoice, that she would present at closing. I would receive a $2K check from the title company.
She failed to forward my invoice, and my bill was not part of the closing; but I didn’t lose anything. Rosemary wrote me a check. As an AC contractor, for over 30 years, I’ve repeatedly done work, and been paid at closing. This is the first time a real estate agent has “dropped the ball.” And would you believe? I know you will! She’s admired by her fellow agents, because she can sell.
This is extremely true in the AC business—sales first—service maybe! As I said earlier, get a recommendation from someone you trust. Find the best man available, but don’t shop around for price. (Don’t have dollar signs in your eyes. This is not the place to look for a deal.) When it comes to AC, a long-term relationship is best. People, with dollar signs in their eyes, should hear the words of Paul: “For neither at any time used we flattering words, as you know, nor a cloak of covetousness; God is witness:” (1 Thessalonians 2:5) And PPS, Rheese claims to be a Christian, and seems to have his theology right. He’s a gifted salesman, but used his gift for fraudulent purposes. If he should leave the AC business, he has a real estate license. Maybe he can work with Rosemary’s real estate agent, Jennifer.
In 1999, “Planned Parenthood” opened an abortuary [sic] in Bryan/College Station, TX a community of about 200,000. They closed their doors 08/01/13. Today, 10/30/14, “Hope Pregnancy Center” completed the purchase of the “Planned Parenthood” facility. I’ll be updating the AC equipment, and feel privileged to have a part in their ministry.
“Hope Pregnancy Center” is a Christian based, non-profit organization, which ministers to physical and spiritual needs, of both women and men. Their ministry will be greatly expanded. They’ll keep their facility at 205 Brentwood Dr. E, CS, TX along with what I call “New Hope,” the newly purchased property at 4112 East 29th St. Bryan, TX. “Coalition for Life” will be sharing the new facility. Wow! The official opening was 9/12/15. I consider this to be part of my personal ongoing spiritual adventure.
(“Planned Parenthood” is often called an abortion clinic, but I see that as a misnomer. A clinic is where people are healed, not killed. I invented the word abortuary to rhyme with mortuary.)
The AC Repairs
New Hope has four AC systems. We made repairs to three systems, but replaced #4. The work developed in a sequential and providential way, but I had to shorten my original report. Suffice it to say, the Lord ordered our steps and provided other tradesmen, as needed. At the time, each of about seven circumstances seemed bad, but everything worked out for the best. It was a Romans 8:28 experience, multiplied seven times.
A Kool Yule (2014-2015)
Dr. Kool had a Kool Yule. My holiday season was blessed exceedingly. I heard different messages, given by different preachers. Three of them were from Genesis. None of the three speakers knew, beforehand, what the other was going to preach on. It was the Holy Spirit that connected the three messages.
Sunday morning 1/4/15 the pastor spoke from Acts, Chapter 2, that quotes the prophet Joel.
And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams: (Acts 2:17, emphasis added)
When I was young, I had two visions. Because of Joel’s prophecy, I did a word search, and found that “vision” appears 59 times in the Old Testament, but only 14 times in the new testament. Visions (Acts 10) brought the Gentile, Cornelius, and the Jew, Peter, together, so the Church would be Gentile as well. I consider it to be a magnificent blessing that I have had two visions in my lifetime. And each time I was in the presence of the Lord. Wow!
The word “dream” appears 74 times in Scripture; usually it’s God’s way of speaking to his people, but occasionally a dream is used to lead people astray. Significant dreams were given to Jacob, Joseph, Pharaoh, Nebuchadnezzar, Daniel, the Wise Men, and Joseph the husband of Mary. I’ll give a couple of examples:
And being warned of God in a dream that they [the wise men] should not return to Herod, they departed into their own country another way. (Matthew 2:12, emphasis added)
… behold, the angel of the Lord appeareth to Joseph in a dream, saying, Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and flee into Egypt, and be thou there until I bring thee word: for Herod will seek the young child to destroy him. (Matthew 2:13, emphasis added)
“The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD: and he delighteth in his way.” (Psalms 37:23) On that first Sunday in 2015, some things came together. The Lord used unusual means to direct my steps. Starting November 5th, for the next six-weeks, I could send, but not receive, email messages. (None of my techs have been able to explain why.) During that time I had a dream. The Lord used those two circumstances to direct my steps in a most blessed way. Thank you, Jesus! And PS, I had 17,000 pieces of spam, so I changed my email address. Thank you, gmail.
An AC Fiasco (1/7/15)
Exactly ten years ago I installed a furnace for a man named Lonnie. He lives out of town, and would give my name to his tenant. Routine repairs were left to my discretion. When I replaced the furnace, I had his verbal approval.
Last summer his tenant called. I couldn’t reach Lonnie, so I replaced the system, but Lonnie wasn’t happy. I offered to give him the AC installation for just over half price, but we were unable to reach an agreement. For the first time in my AC career, I removed a system.
Deception, The $99.99 Game
I want to give an example where we’re all being deceived every day. Of all ten numbers which one gets the most use? Give up? It’s the number 9. I gave my customer an invoice for $100.00. She asked, “Exactly one hundred dollars?” I said, “It was really $99.99; I just rounded it off.”
At the gas pump, there’s always a 9/10 of a cent on the end—always! My publisher wanted to price my first book at $14.95. I insisted the price be $15.00. I frequent Blue Baker, a sandwich shop that shows bottom line prices, including sales tax, e.g., $6.00, $4.75, $4.25 etc. In my AC business, I do the same as the sandwich shop—this is almost unheard of. Blue Baker does it for the sake of simplicity; I, for the sake of integrity.
Have you noticed that a traditional 12 oz. beverage can is now about 11.2 oz. or that a half-gallon O.J. container is now 59 oz.? It all started with the 2×4 which is down to 1.5″ x 3.5.”
Not a Surprise
(1/15/15) Each day I wonder what will happen next. David and Patrick were working a big job, and I went for 2×4’s. On the way home, the Ranger quit while I was driving. I had just left the bypass, and was able to coast into a parking lot, where I spent the next three hours. During that time I tried to diagnose the problem from an icon that appeared on my instrument panel. Then I made calls, transferred the 2×4’s to David’s pickup, had lunch at the nearby Subway, took a nap, and then had Adam Baker tow me to the Ford Dealer.
The dealer told me, I had a bad fuel pump, and it would cost $1000 to replace it. I called Adam Baker again, and had the Ranger towed to an independent repair shop, where they replaced the fuel pump for $540. I left the repair shop, and headed home. Suddenly a gas leak developed, which was unrelated to the work that had just been done. It was a gusher, so I stopped, and again called Adam Baker.
What started Friday, ended Tuesday, but everything worked out for the best (Romans 8:28). I didn’t break down on the bypass. The engine quit while I was still moving, and I was able to coast into a suitable stopping place. I knew the right towing and repair people. And I learned something you may not know: If your fuel pump is in your gas tank, never let the gage go below 1/4. The pump must be submerged in gasoline to properly cool the gas.
Have a Kool Day!
1/27/15 and I just came from FastSigns where everything clicked in place. Keith’s last words to me were, “Have a Kool Day!” I told this story, so you would take a look at my service vehicles, which appear in Figures A1-1, A1-2, and A1-3. Have a Kool day!
Figure A1-1, Dr. Kool’s Ranger
Figure A1-2, “Kool” In Ford Cursive
Figure A1-3, Dr. Kool’s Shop On Wheels
I’m a Problem Solver
1/27/15 I just watched Hal Lindsey’s talk on Daniel in the Lion’s Den. The King had signed a decree, which he could not revoke: Daniel had to be cast into the Lion’s den. King Darius agonized over the situation, trying to find a way to spare Daniel. He spent a sleepless night, while Daniel was in the den.
If I had been there, I could have supplied the answer Darius needed. Nothing said Darius couldn’t have fed the lions really well, before and during Daniel’s sojourn in the den. Surely, there was nothing in the Law of the Medes and Persians that would have prohibited him from doing that. But be assured, the Lord kept my wisdom from Darius.
I’m a problem solver. It took me 32 years to solve my marital problem, but I did solve it. After 14 years, some people are still mad at how I handled things. Yet some of them did what I didn’t do; rather than solve their marital problem, they divorced—sometimes more than once!
A Broken Crankshaft
1/30/15: This past week was a really busy one, and the Ranger served us well. Thursday I made nine stops, including delivery of equipment and disposal of worn-out equipment. Today is Friday, and Patrick performed service at four different places. He left the last job, and almost made it home at 6 pm. The engine began to run rough, so he turned into a side street. He stalled in the middle of the road, but on the third try, he got the engine running, long enough to pull into a safe parking place. He was eight blocks from home, and I towed him the rest of the way.
The next day I had a mechanic, Justin, out and he found a broken crankshaft—the engine had only 83K miles. In his 20 years as a mechanic, Justin had never, before, seen a broken crankshaft—obviously a factory defect, that had not surfaced for nine years. I replaced the engine at a cost of $5450. In the providence of the Lord, the Ranger was not needed, while the engine was being replaced. Romans 8:28 again!
One of God’s Stiff-Necked People
2/7/15 I worked all day at the computer. The next day I had a stiff neck—I was really hurting. Monday, my Chiropractor, Dr. Halterman did an adjustment, and gave me some advice. By 2/15/15 I was doing much better, but asked for prayer. Jim White told our SS class that Dr. Kool had a stiff neck. Bill Moore replied, “One of God’s stiffnecked people!” (Acts 7:51). There was much laughter, and immediately I felt better.
One Who Helps Another Succeed
2/20/15: On ~p.69, Michael Pearl wrote that a “help meet” is a suitable helper, whose calling is to help her husband succeed. But it doesn’t come natural to a woman. Yesterday, I spent 2.5 hours in the dental chair, and I stumbled onto something. Rhonda, the dental assistant, was there before the dentist arrived, and there after he left. She helped the dentist succeed, and she did a magnificent job.
Later I thought, “This lady, who made it possible for the dentist to succeed, has to be an excellent help meet.” Her husband must be a happy man. I was so blessed by this woman, and for the first time in my life, it was a disappointment to leave the dental chair. In Chapter 14, I spoke of Timothy, who’s looking for a submissive wife. I suggest he marry a dental assistant, or someone who works to help someone else succeed.
To Houston and Back
Now (2/23/15) for my next Romans 8:28 experience: Two weeks ago I got my Ranger back with the re-built engine. Immediately it went to work. Last Wednesday I loaded equipment for the next job. Thursday, 10am, I delivered the equipment to the jobsite, where my men were working.
Then, I continued south to my brother’s house in Houston. I gave him the Ranger, and I took his Jeep. I headed to my dentist, and my brother took the Ranger to have the windshield replaced. After the dentist, I headed back to his house, where we traded vehicles. Then I headed back to the College Station jobsite; there, I picked up the worn-out equipment, and took it to salvage. I was done for the day. That was Thursday.
Home Sweet Home
The following Monday, Patrick and I drove the Ranger to lunch. On the way home, one block from my house, it began to spew gasoline—another gusher! Eight days later, the replacement parts arrived. (Snowfall, in the North, had held up delivery.) The Bible says, “The steps of a righteous man are ordered of the Lord,” but I continue to be amazed at the timing of these untoward events. The Ranger could have broken down in Houston or any number of very bad places, but it failed just short of my driveway. Thank you, Jesus! And PS, The Ranger was up and running, just in time for an important job.
2/27/15 Today, I discovered an example of sowing and reaping. About seven years ago, I did some AC work for Eleanor Copelyn and her son Robert. In Christian love, I let them pay it out, and they started, but then quit. We went to court, and I got a judgment, but they still didn’t pay.
Today, I got the bright idea to follow up; I discovered the house had changed hands, seven weeks ago. According to the law, my judgment should have been paid at closing. At the courthouse, I discovered why I hadn’t been paid: It was a foreclosure. I can’t say the loss of their home was caused by their failure to pay me, but I do know they had mocked God.
Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. (Galatians 6:7, emphasis added)
For about seven years, I didn’t follow up on Eleanor and Robert Copelyn. Then out of the blue, I went to the Appraisal District, and then to the Court House—just after the house had changed hands! What a coincidence! I didn’t get paid, but I did get some excellent book material, that had to do with sowing and reaping. If Robert would pay me, it might help cut his losses. I wrote Robert, and suggested he might want to pay the debt. I don’t need the money nearly as much as he needs to pay me.
The Blessing of Rain
Monday, 3/9/15, it was raining, and I needed to procure a furnace for Tuesday’s job. Normally, I would do that using the Ranger, but to protect the furnace, I drove our large van. Once the furnace was loaded, the engine wouldn’t start. After trying to start the engine, and getting wet, I called for a tow, but my van was too large. In desperation, I asked for a jump-start, and it actually worked. We were close to my mechanic, and that was good news. Greg replaced the starter and solenoid. I was rejoicing the repair had been made before, and not during, the AC job. We finished the job on Tuesday.
Not Yet Fixed
First thing Wednesday, I turned the key, and then released it. Once the starter came in, it kept going. I had to remove the battery cable. I happened to have a used starter solenoid, and it worked perfectly—it was hilarious! At the repair shop, I had shown my used solenoid to Greg, and he had said, “We’re going to install a new one.” Then the new one turned out to be defective. If you’ve been following my mechanical trials, you know why I was laughing. It was another Romans 8:28 experience, and I continue to be thankful in everything—just like Scripture says I should. (I Thessalonians 5:18)
Dr. Kool Was Wrong
3/14/15, I reflected on how Jennifer had failed to submit my $2K invoice at closing. For the past 4 months, a customer, James, has owed me for work done, so I got a bright idea: I did a Goggle search, and found my customer’s house had been listed two days before. I wrote a letter to him, and sent a copy to the listing agent thinking the invoice would be paid at closing. I had acted in haste, and forgotten an agreement I had with James. He called: I quickly apologized, and rescinded the letter I had sent to the listing agent. This was one of the rare occasions, when I was wrong, and I always want to be corrected. Romans 8:28,—again!
An Unusual Job
4/20/15: We finished a very trying AC job. This was a typical all day installation, but we ran into a “slight problem.” When we removed the furnace from the closet it left 3 gouge marks on the door sill. We repaired the gouge marks to my customer’s satisfaction, but it took 14 hours. Needless to say, my customer was fussy. We submitted to her requirements, but for future work, I’ll decline. She doesn’t know it, but she just lost the best AC repairman in town.
4/26/15: In church, a pastor announced the engagement of a young couple. Then he asked them to stand up. Many of us knew the baby she was holding belonged to someone else, but it sure was funny. She quickly explained, while everyone laughed.
For the past 13 years I’ve driven a 2000 Lincoln LS. It’s an old man’s sports car, on a Jaguar chassis. I loved that car, but problems developed, and it would cost more to fix than it was worth. But guess what? The Lord provided a replacement—exactly the same car, but five years newer—and in like-new condition with only 73K miles and brand new, top-of-the-line tires! On Saturday 9/5/15, we drove 175 miles to San Antonio, where I picked it up. Patrick calls it my Lamborghini. See Figure A1-4. And PS, look at my lawn. I have the greenest grass in town. So what is my secret? Good topsoil, no weeds, an irrigation system, sufficient shade, and grass cut long enough to be self-protective! I use no artificial fertilizer. I have a “sanctified” lawn.
Figure A1-4, Dr. Kool’s Lamborghini And His Green Green Grass
Thank You Jesus
Sunday, 10/25/15, my Ranger quit—suddenly! I turned the key and nothing happened. Oh no! I was away from home, and it was 2pm. My nap time was rapidly approaching. Then the instrument panel suddenly lit up, and I was able to start the truck and drive home. That evening, the Ranger wouldn’t start, but I was home, and able to drive my car to church.
Monday morning the mobile mechanic came out early, and found a bad battery. Patrick replaced it, and I thought everything was okay. Tuesday around 6pm, I was home, and the Ranger quit again. This was serious because I had to move AC equipment early the next day. Wednesday, my mechanic was there at 7:20am, and replaced bad battery cable connectors. Thank you, Jesus!
It’s Not Good
For the past 20 months I’ve lived alone, and that’s not good. Only a man would allow his house to go that long without a cleaning. I had developed a bad cough condition that “required” medication, but nothing seemed to help. While visiting my house, Rosemary quickly diagnosed my problem. “Clean your house,” she said. Maria finished 11/16/15 and I immediately began to breath better and cough less. The suddenness of my recovery was remarkable.
A Potential Disaster
If you have gas heat, you need to listen carefully. Monday, 11/23/15 my gas furnace malfunctioned in the worst possible way. As an AC/heating repairman for 33 years, I’ve only seen this problem once before. About 15 years ago, my customer called saying it was 130F in his house and the furnace wouldn’t shut off. The worst thing he could do would be to turn the furnace off electrically. On the phone, I told him to turn off the gas. I faced the same problem last Monday at my house. I shut off the gas at the meter.
No, it wasn’t a thermostat problem. The electro/mechanical gas valve had stuck in the open position. If I had shut off the furnace electrically, with the gas valve stuck open, the furnace would have melted down, and the house would have caught fire. This is a problem that few AC technicians have ever seen.
I’m really enjoying the adventure, and I’m keeping my seat belt fastened, not knowing what to expect next. Significant future events will be reported in Chapter 28. My online book allows me to add, subtract of modify the text.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me. (Psalms 23:4a)
Many are the afflictions of the righteous: but the LORD delivereth him out of them all. (Psalms 34:19)
The joy is not in the affliction, but in the deliverance. For the past 2.5 years, my life has been one surprise after another. I like surprises and one day soon, I expect to hear the sound of a trumpet. Maranatha!