I have a sin to confess.  When Charlene has a night meeting, the boys and I eat at the kitchen counter and watch ESPN.  I know, minor sin, but I still feel better getting that off my chest, especially since I have no plans for changing my sinful television ways.

So there we were.  Eating.  Watching TV.  Sinning.  Jumping channels between ESPN and the Amazing Spider-Man.  Apparently, I was a little slow reaching for the remote, during a commercial (additional sin of slothfulness), and my son reached behind the TV to change the channel manually (sinful impatience).  We never change the channel manually.  Apparently for good reason, because suddenly the TV went “blue screen” and showed a message that said, “No Signal!” Perhaps, a bit of devine punishment in action.  Only reasonable explanation.

For the next five minutes, which felt like an eternity in Purgatory, I tried every button and every solution that came to mind.  No luck.  None at all.  More devine punishment.

Then in an attempt at redemption, my son asked for a try.  A Hail Mary, of sorts.  He pushed the “3” button and a miracle occurred.  The TV sprung to life!  The 3 button?  Why the 3 button?  The Holy Trinity, of course.  No better explanation for such a moment of grace.