A boomer asks if a house fire is a sign from God

There is no wisdom like boomer wisdom. That’s why we like this story by Liz Kitchens of Maitland, Florida, who writes the blog Be Brave Lose The Beige. It’s a true story which you have to read to understand, because you sure won’t figure it out from Liz’s title: “Does God Care If I Move to Baldwin Park?”

So, my husband and I are happily enjoying our vacation in 70-degree Chicago for two weeks when I receive a late night phone call from a neighbor from back home. With hesitancy and dread in her voice, Sarah tells me there are 25 firefighters in our front yard who are in the process of breaking down my front door. Apparently a smoldering dryer was the culprit, setting off our alarm and summoning the Maitland Fire Department.

Stock photo credit: Bruce Dembecki - http://www.yourfiredepartment.org

Stock photo credit: Bruce Dembecki – http://www.yourfiredepartment.org

My hands shake and my heartbeat quickens as I write this, thinking back to the shock we felt and the efforts expended to get home. Three days hence, as two giant ozone generators and multiple air scrubbers inhabit our home in place of us, I’m feeling incredibly grateful. The damage could have been far worse than a bad smell, battered door, and incinerated dryer. My sweet dogs were vacationing elsewhere; all the remodeling we had completed does not have to be re-done; we are safe; we have a beach place to which we are able to escape smells, sounds, and inconveniences.

Liz Kitchens

Liz Kitchens

Just before we left for Chicago, we had put our house of 31 years on the real estate market with the intention of moving to Baldwin Park, a kind of “live, work and play” community. I think we have good reasons for moving. My husband is tired of crawling on his belly fussing with pool cleaners and hoses. For the first time in our lives there, the house no longer shelters kids, adult or otherwise, and our neighborhood, with its great schools, has become younger, filled with the sound of squealing young ones cannonballing into pools and playing on swing sets.

This house should be owned by a family. The reason we bought it so many years ago is that I had a three-year-old and a baby-to-be.

So why, I ask, have people been saying, “Your house catching fire is a sign from God you shouldn’t move.” I want to say, “Really?! Do you really think God actually cares whether I sell my house in Dommerich Estates and move to Baldwin Park?” If God really paid attention to human happenings, wouldn’t God be more focused on the Ebola virus or genocide in Iraq? Me moving from one neighborhood to another can’t be high on God’s priority list. At least I hope not. The religious tenets I believe suggest that God is present when people attempt to find the goodness in potentially bad situations.

That is my plan. I’m not quite there yet. I’m still a little shell-shocked. But, please, no more finding omens among the ashes. It feels a little raw yet.

(Special thanks to Bruce Dembecki for the stock photos of fire engines – http://www.yourfiredepartment.org)

1 Comment

  1. I’m sorry about the fire, but I agree, it’s no sign from God. I used to look for “signs” in everything. Eventually, I realized I could manipulate any sign to be what I wanted. If the fire was really God giving you a message, it could just as easily have been get the hell out of there as to stay.

Post a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *