Short Stories

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My new car had a squeaky belt. The belt was in good condition it just emitted a ceaseless, irritating squeak. I had the belt adjusted by the dealership many times, and had even talked my husband into rubbing soap on it, but to my dismay, it continued to squeak.
Discontented by my shiny red car (that had sounded like a gigantic cricket for months now) I decided to take matters into my own hands. Against my husband’s advice, I went to the store and purchased a can of “belt dressing”, which claimed to remedy squeaky belts and keep them in tip- top shape. Anxious to try this long awaited cure all, I popped my hood open right in the department store parking lot and began coating the menacing belt with spray. The belt (apparently offended) immediately began to split and fray apart.
I drove straight home and tearfully confessed my misdeed to my husband. He comforted me and then, showing great mercy, spent over fifty dollars on three brand new belts for my car, and sacrificed two hours of his time to install them.
In searching for a moral to this story, I concluded that sometimes I am a “squeaky belt Christian”, a shiny new creation (car) with a bad habit of complaining (squeaking). Are people intrigued by something wonderful and different, or do they turn away, annoyed by the offensive racket? The squeaking cannot be adjusted or sprayed away- only taken out completely and replaced with a brand new attitude by the Man who knows what He’s doing.

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