I work in publishing, and one of the things my company does is “one-shot” magazines tied to the death of a celeb. We had one prepped for Bob Hope, and, naturally, we had one prepped for Reagan.
They were running it Wednesday night when the printing plant got hit by lightning.
My cable modem and dryer got knocked out by lightning a couple of weeks ago. Was God trying to tell me to stop cruising the internet and not to wash my clothes?
Nah. Lightning strikes are pretty random. Now had a plague of locusts or frogs descended on the printing plant…
Finagle, your case might be somewhat different. Maybe God was giving you a sign that for pennance for surfing porn you must roam about town in filthy clothes.