“My Grandpa Carl once told me a story that sounds like it could be a story from “Little House on the Prairie” or radio skit from “A Prairie Home Companion.” I know this ain’t an apocryphal story, since he told it to me himself…
It was starting to get cold outside, so my Grandpa had been working on taking out all of the screen windows for the Fall, all across the front of the house. This was in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where the extreme temperature changes make this kind of thing advantageous for keeping heat in the house.
My Grandpa often talked about BTUs, (British Thermal Units), so this kind of thing was very much a part of his thinking as a Mechanical Engineer. Well, he had all of those screens out, and all of his glass windows positioned for installation, all across the front of the house, but he had to stop working Saturday night because he had lost the sunlight.
Normally, he would go to church early the following Sunday morning, but he figured God would understand if he just skipped church just this once and finished the job of installing his glass windows.
He was wrong.
God’s lightning hit a tree very close to his house and shattered ~all~ of his windows, all across the front of the house.
My Grandpa didn’t skip church the next Sunday.