“Hey Guy, I need you to come home, we can’t get in the garage because the door knob is jammed. Please we need your help.” This is the phone call I got from Erin, my sweet wife.
So I put on my superman cape and rushed home, sure that I would be able to get the doorknob unjammed as soon as I got there…Please tell me I’m not only man who has to wrestle with a touch of ego testing.
I walked in the house with “I got this” arrogance. I grabbed the knob turned, shook, and jerked; she was right, it would not open!
So I did what all Supermen of the house do, get some tools (every superhero needs his tool belt), lubricant, and watched a quick YouTube video about how to fix a jammed doorknob.
Then I walked in the house through the front door and told Erin “I got this!” I took the doorknob apart, sprayed the inside mechanism with lubricant put a tool in the centerpiece of the knob and pulled it open…well that is how it was supposed to go.
Ugh! Panic set in, pride set in, okay maybe the pride was already there. The knob still would not budge. So out came the hammer and more tools to pry it open. For an hour or so I kept trying, and trying, this doorknob would not beat me!
Then my daughter needed a ride to dance. Thank goodness something I could actually do. So off we went. On my way home a tinge of humility set in and I offered up a prayer to God, “Forgive me of my arrogance. I can’t do this on my own, I can’t fix this, I need your help, please help me…” And so it went until I got home.
I grabbed the screw driver one more time, stuck it in the door and turned it back and it slid right open. Erin said, “Hey, good job, what did you do?” I said, “I prayed”. Then I put it all back together and it was as new.
The real Superman gave me a lesson. He cares about the doorknobs. But more importantly He cares that we let Him open them!