“What’s the matter?” I cried.
He stretched forth his hand and pointed. “My grill! my grill!!”
I glanced out the window to find the howling wind pushing the cooker due north at top speed.
“Aren’t you going to save it?” I asked, ready to jump at the task.
Steve shook his head. “No, I want to see how far it goes.”
I shrugged. “Well, it’s your grill.”
We stood by and watched the speeding barbeque race across the tarmac toward the 15,000 gallon fuel tank some seven hundred feet away. Thankfully the grill veered away from the large metal object and opted for the grass. When the wheels hit the turf, the cooker did three complete aerial somersaults. I gave it a ten for performance.
Steve cried out triumphantly, “All right!”
Upon inspection, the bent barbeque is now handle free, but it still cooks a mean burger.
Then our mouth was filled with laughter, and our tongue with shouts of joy; then they said among the nations, “The Lord has done great things for them.” The Lord has done great things for us; we are glad. Ps. 126:2-3