202 The Altar of the Clock

How I traded one idol for another and the quiet lesson that set me free.

It was a quiet Tuesday morning when the light broke through. I was on my knees, not in prayer, but with a wrench in my hand, beneath the sink. The pipe had burst two days prior. Water everywhere. A contractor’s quote sat on the counter, a number with three zeros after it. My first thought, my ingrained reflex, was to calculate. The hours this repair wou…