At 3pm the phone rang. Irate, I lifted the receiver and then hung up without even answering, exactly like I had two or three times a day for the past several months. Nothing stopped the endless, annoying fax-machine calls; not notifying my phone company, not screaming into the phone, not even my desperate prayers.
After hanging up the phone on this particular day, I groaned a groan that could be heard deep in the woods of my back yard, startling untold birds, bunnies and other wildlife.
“Brittany and Maxine’s parents changed their phone numbers.” My daughter Emily dragged a mini-carrot across a pool of ranch dressing, then took a bite.
“Well, I’m not changing our phone number.” I crossed my arms in a huff. Why should I have to change my phone number?
Emily wiped her mouth with a napkin. “We’re probably going to have to do the same thing.”
“Then, I guess they’re just going to keep calling us,” she shrugged her shoulders.
Refusing to even consider surrender, I walked into the family room and plopped into our leather recliner to think. There has to be a way to stop these incessant fax-machine calls. This cannot be legal. I can’t take it anymore!
Suddenly, inspiration struck. Throwing caution to the wind, I grabbed my phone, pushed buttons until I located the last received call, then hit redial.
“Hello, you’ve reached the Blah Blah Answering Service Company. If you’d like to stop receiving our automated calls, please press 7.”
I caught my breath—stunned. Could it possibly be this easy to stop the three-month long fax machine torment at our house?
No more calls. And it was just that simple.
This got me to thinking. How many times have we endured provocation from the enemy without calling it to a stop? How many times have we allowed our number to be dialed and picked up that receiver in complete and utter aggravation?
Sure, we can pray. We must pray.
But sometimes action is required. Sometimes we need a little Holy Ghost gumption. And sometimes it’s just as simple as talking to the enemy.
“No, devil. No, you may not continue harassing me, my husband, my children and my health. I am putting down my foot and I am running interference with your little call campaign.”
It’s just that simple. And that’s the fax.