“Aww, man; not again!” I thought when I read the text message from one of our renters, “My air conditioner isn’t working. It’s 85 degrees inside my apartment.” I’d had the unit repaired last summer and a couple of other times before that during the eight years we’ve owned the building. After a bit of muttering and mumbling to myself, I went upstairs and told Randa, “I’ve got to go over to the apartment; RJ’s air conditioner isn’t working.” Randa’s reaction was nearly as ecstatic as mine.
On the way over, I wondered whether this might be the time when Sharp’s Heating and Cooling told me that due to the heat, I needed a new cooling unit. “That’ll probably be a couple thousand bucks,” I mourned.
Then, I remembered that back in January my brother, Paul, and I had turned off all the power circuits in the basement during the electrical repairs following the fire in the other apartment. It seemed like a good idea given the number of wooly-looking wires running everywhere. Maybe we had never turned the breaker for the AC back to the on position. Maybe that was all it would take.
When I unlocked the basement door and opened the electrical panel, sure enough, the switch was off. I flipped the double pole breaker and heard the compressor kick on immediately. When I checked inside the apartment, cool air was blowing out of the vents. RJ was certainly happy for that bit of news but I think I can safely say that she wasn’t a bit more relieved than Randa and I were.
If temporary personal comfort and financial mercy produce such delight in us, how much more knowing that we have been spared from the debt of our sin and the price of our former disobedience?