We had just wrapped up a great meeting of the Vision Council out at Ed Bynum’s cabin this past Sunday. A couple of people had already left, and some people were standing around chatting. I said my good-byes, got in my truck, cranked it, and started to drive off. I noticed it was pulling to the right, and I instantly knew what that meant: a flat tire.
It had been a long day, and changing a flat was the last thing I wanted to do. I did have the sense to back up into the cone of light provided by the yard lamp. Kevin, one of the Vision Council members, asked if I needed help.
Then I entered the stupid zone. Like every stubborn male, my response was, “No, I got this.” The truth was it had been a long day – three sermons, a deacon meeting, and a three hour Vision Council meeting. I had worked all weekend in the yard and was “whupped,” to use a phrase from my childhood. Still, my pride took over and I denied I needed any help.
Thankfully, my friend Kevin did not let my pride stop his help. We loosened the lug nuts, which had been put on by King Kong himself. My already overworked back was grateful for the assistance. Meanwhile, my pride keep surfacing, telling Kevin he didn’t have to stay. Kevin, a male himself, recognized stubborn male pride and kept helping.
Laurie and her daughter stayed too. Laurie had an air pump, in case we needed it. Cyndi stayed for a while, but we assured her we had it taken care of, so she left. We got the jack out, and got the truck jacked up, when we discovered we couldn’t get it high enough.
Just as we were puzzled about what do next, Cyndi returned with the cavalry: her husband Ricky and son Carson. They had brought more tools and another jack.
I will spare you the engineering details, but let me simply say it took two jacks, a block of wood we found at the barn, and some intense prayer to get the truck high enough to get the flat off and the spare on. Then we hooked up Laurie’s air pump, to pump up the spare.
We all witnessed something we had never seen before: the spare was so flat, the air compressor was losing ground blowing it up. Ricky then left to go home and get his contractor grade air compressor. Kevin still insisted on staying with me; Laurie and Brittany wouldn’t leave either.
It’s amazing how fast something can be done when you have the right tools. Ricky returned with his air compressor and we got the spare inflated in a couple of minutes. We did have to drive the truck off the jack (not recommended by the manufacturer). Kevin then followed me home to make sure the spare held.
It took six people, two jacks, two air compressors, and an hour and a half to change the tire on my truck. Think I could have done it by myself?
Everyone who stayed was so kind and gracious. My pride kept telling me, “You should do this by yourself.” The truth is, I couldn’t have done it by myself. I didn’t have the strength or the tools.
I wonder how often our pride keeps us from asking for the help we need? Many of us like the role of servant; we also need to learn to be served. God designed us to need each other – even for something as simple as changing tires.
Don’t let your pride lead you into the stupid zone.