Thump in The Night

The other night I was lying in bed with the lovely euphoria that comes over you when you’re tired and you’ve finally gotten settled in the perfect position with the pillow at just the right angle and you’re just beginning to slip into the arms of Morpheus.

“What’s that?” asked my wife, sitting up in bed.

“What’s what?” I said drowsily.

“That thumping.”

I was on the verge of giving the old comic-strip response. “Oh, it’s probably only a burglar.” But I decided future happiness lay down another road. So I replied, “It’s probably just the water pipes or something.”

“What would make water pipes thump?”

If there’s anything maddening it’s the female insistence on logic at midnight.

“I’ll go check,” I said with less than enthusiasm.

A complete round of the house turned up no satisfactory explanation. All the entrances were securely locked. As I climbed back into bed my wife asked, “Did you find anything?”

“Nothing.”

“Did you check everywhere?”

“Everywhere.”

“The laundry room?”

“Everywhere.”

“What do you think it was?”

“A playful poltergeist.”

“Be serious.”

“All right, but wouldn’t it be nice if we still believed in goblins? Then we could just ask the Lord to deliver us from goblins and ghosts and things that go bump in the night and go back to sleep.”

“I guess,” she said doubtfully.

Lying there trying to go back to sleep, I thought of all those nights when my sleep has been disturbed by something going bump in my soul.

Someone has commented that there are times in the middle of the night when he’d sell himself for a nickel and give three cents change. This 2 A.M.angst is perhaps primarily an affliction of the young adult, and most adult Christians have been through it at some time or times.

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