Cover your eyes and keep reading. I was in the shower this morning with a headful of shampoo lather when the water temp went from pleasant to “drop the lobster.” I immediately thought, “What a great test of spirituality or humility or patience or something desirable like that.”
I couldn’t quite get my brain around what I was testing, but I knew I was having an okay day because it didn’t completely derail because somebody in the house flushed or ran the tap too hard rinsing their toothbrush. I stepped back and waited, enjoying the rising steam and keeping my feet clear of the spatter, rather than ranting like a, well, dropped lobster.
Maybe it was because I’ve had a week off, or it was Saturday, or I had no place to be in a certain number of few minutes that I could just chill out and wait for the water to return to normal. Or maybe it was because I have these moments lately when I can step back, see the big picture and perceive my current crisis for what it is: a luxury problem. I’ll take that over being too poor to eat or find shelter any day.
Anyway, (cover your eyes again), I got this twisted idea that we could test for true enlightenment by observing how, say, a handful of televangelists react in similar circumstances. Let ‘em soap up real good, then flush the toilet and see if they totally lose it or if they can handle it with patience. Now that I’ve explained it, I realize I shouldn’t entertain profound ideas right after a big cup of coffee in the morning because this one’s pretty stupid.