His most recent project was the potato cannon. You may have seen it on You-tube. I imagine about every 14 year old boy has. It’s quite impressive.
Well, dad is not so up on these things. Mom helped Tyler buy the parts at Home Depot, and Tyler, along with a friend, built the contraption that was supposed to shoot potatoes out into the wild beyond.
I was highly skeptical about how far a spud would fly out of a 4 foot long, 2 inch in diameter tube they built with a lighting chamber on one end.
Since all this talk about explosions and fire and all coming from the kids sounded a bit precarious, the kids were required to have dad at hand to supervise decisions made during experimentation.
The boys finished up in the evening, and of course, the world had stopped until they got to try out their new creation.
So out to the back yard we went.
They got all set up and prepared for first launch. Tyler’s friend injected a bit of spray into the chamber, and they tried to ignite it. No luck. No ignition.
They tried 2 or 3 more times, and nothing happened.
I decided they were too timid about the amount of spray used and needed to put more in. They were being very cautious, and rightfully so. I had not seen the You-tube video, and they had, so they really had a much better idea of what to expect than I did.
Anyway, dad, knowing best, puts his finger on the boy’s thumb and gets him to inject a healthy amount of spray. They tighten the cap, ignite the spark, and KA-BOOM, an explosion of fire blows out the end of the cannon like we were in artillery warfare. My son, who is holding the cannon, about lands on his behind, and that potato shot out to the other side of the county.
Talk about dancing and leaping for joy! The boys were giddy with excitement. Success they yelled!
Of course, they hadn’t forgotten about me eating the raw potato, but thank goodness, it was dark, it had flung out hundreds of feet, and there was no way they were going to find that spud.
They promised to be out looking the next day, though. Thankfully, they didn’t follow through…
I have to say, the exploding spud was quite an impressive display that night. I couldn’t believe a dinky squirt of hairspray combined with a prick of a spark could create such a powerful explosion.
I thought of James’ statement in reference to other types of explosions. He wrote,
“The tongue is a little member, and boasteth great things. Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth!”
I think I witnessed a similar type of reaction in the spud cannon. A little flammable material, combined with an igniting spark, can turn into quite a blow-up.
Mortal mind would want to ignite resentment into full-blown anger, jealousy into revenge, greed into dishonesty, and hate into murder.
And the spiritual lesson I segued from the cannon experience was, that as we keep the chambers of our thought free of highly flammable material, we’ll be protected from unnecessary blow-ups. We’ll be immune from off-putting remarks or sparks of mortal mind coming from unexpected places that would trigger a harmful reaction.
The infamous potato cannon in daylight.
Nice segue — I think that’s how you spell it. My nephew had a ball with his “spudzooka” out on an Alaska fishing boat. Right in the middle of nowhere: he hit a seagull. Be careful! No telling WHERE those spuds will land!
I love your colorful storytelling! So funny.
I must admit, I was perplexed at where this story was headed spiritually but, as always, it had a great and useful spiritual point.