As I headed to the church on Friday morning, I had a simple agenda: help a crew get started with some window work, grab breakfast at McDonald’s and work on my message for Sunday.There were some things not on my agenda: deep clean the floors, wash out the dust mop by using it as a squeegee, clean out the inside of my shop vac, wash the carpets, clean under the platform, do plumbing. Guess which list got priority.
The water running out from under the front door at the church was my first clue that my plans might be changing. The water pouring into the sides of my sandals settled the matter. As I walked across Lake CBC towards the sound of rushing water, I assumed someone had left the sink faucet on … maybe while we were without water. I reached the source of the sound, but the sink was empty. I opened the cabinet doors and the reality of what happened hit me … actually, it sprayed me in the face. One of the pipes to the filter system had changed its profession and become a decorative fountain. I guess it just couldn’t handle the pressure. Anyway … once the water was shut off, the three hours of cleanup began. Quick calls and quick responders meant I didn’t have to work alone. With Hieu and Don’s help things went much more quickly … but my schedule was toast.
