Almost Heaven by Chris Fabry

Author:Chris Fabry
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: General, Christian, Contemporary, Inspirational, Fiction
ISBN: 9781414319575
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.
Published: 2010-08-14T22:00:00+00:00

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I thought my days had been dark with my mother and father, and they were. But these days were lonely and soul crushing. The financial stress of having to make it on my own was overwhelming, and the loss of Callie’s cooking and friendship made me feel like a hollow log, but I held on to the verse in Psalm 46 that says, “Be still, and know that I am God.” One of the preachers I played said that literally meant that we needed to take our hands off the situation and relax.

So every day when Callie would bring me a new bill from whoever or a second or third notice from a dental bill for an abscess I had to have fixed (I didn’t have the money for insurance, of course), I would open it up and use a thumbtack to put it on the wall. I called it my Wailing Wall because every time I passed it, I would let out a moan for all that I owed. That’s where the verse came in handy. There was no part of that station that I owned because it was all God’s. I’d dedicated it to him and given it over to him and told him that anything he wanted to do with it was okay with me.

That’s why it was hard to understand what happened next.

I had to do routine maintenance with the equipment to keep things running well. I cleaned the heads of the tape players twice a week, but keeping the transmitter going was another thing. Even though I was the only one in the house, I kept a padlock on the file cabinet door because of the high voltage in there. I didn’t want anybody who visited to reach in there and get shocked.

I had noticed some irregularities in the signal strength and saw one tube was giving way. It took me a few days to locate one. It wasn’t much, but I didn’t have the money for it and the jar in the corner was empty. I looked around for anything of value and finally decided to sell the old mandolin. I figured it was not a bad trade—a handful of musical memories for a tube that would keep us on the air. It felt like I was selling a friend when I handed it to the man at the pawnshop, but I walked out of there with enough for the tube and some groceries.

Before I went to bed one night, I played the legal ID alone with my announcement, saying that the station would be off the air momentarily because of routine maintenance. I opened the transmitter door and took out the tube, then retrieved the box in the living room. I was gone only a few seconds but that was enough. I heard a yelp, and the lights went out, plunging me into total darkness. My stomach dropped because I knew what had happened. I kicked myself for leaving the door open.

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