One Sunday I shared a story with my congregation about my mom’s first car. It had to do with the lesson on expectations. Sometimes we find ourselves expecting the wrong things or putting our expectations towards the things that will ultimately disappoint us. I wanted to tell the sermon story again, but this time with my MOM’s corrections to the tale. I hope you enjoy it.
It was Christmas Eve, in 1978; The Statler Brothers had released their first Christmas album. The most popular game that year was Hungry Hippos and every kid was asking for Star Wars action figures. But for 16-year-old Kathryn Wade, there was only one gift on her mind, a new car.
Well, it wouldn’t be new, she was confident her father would never buy her a new car. But a used car that was new to her would be the next best thing! And why not, her father Mike Wade was the owner of the auto parts store in town (Dependable Motors) and ran the Chrysler, GMC, and Plymouth Dealership in town (Bay-Tex Garage). Shouldn’t the daughter of such a prominent automobile dealer have something worthy of her sixteen years of life experience?
