There was a contest I kinda needed to get into and the script had to be massaged . . . well, beaten really, into shape.
It is now in the Lord's and the judge's hands, so things can go back to normal.
What ever that might be.
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Yesterday morning I took the Road-Less-Traveled going to work. It's a curvy, up'n'down, around-the-lakes-and-past-the-county-dump road.
It's prettier than it sounds.
The RLT only has maybe a mile of legal passing in its 17 mile length.
And I drive the speed limit.
Now to be truthful, my main reason for "55" isn't so much a desire to be law-biding. Or staying alive.
Unfortunately, no.
I'm cheap.
And Phlegm the Taurus gets his best mileage if he stays below 2,000 RPM - which is right at 55 MPH.
So there I was, driving the Speed Limit, my "Courageous" soundtrack playing loud and proud.
On a basically non-passing road.
In the morning.
While people were trying to get to work.
Yeah.
2 people told me I'm "Number 1"
when they finally flew past me.
And I didn't hafta read lips.
I think I heard what they were thinking.
"Idiot! What's with this moron?! Get outta the way, eh?!
EVERYONE drives 10 miles over the limit.
Only idiots drive the speed limit.
And, oh yeah . . . IDIOT!!!"
I felt pretty smug about being right and law-biding.
So they persecuted the prophets.
In this life, men will hate you.
Oh yeah.
I be righteousness.
Okay. And cheap.
Until I came up on an older guy doing 45. He's barely moving.
"What's with this moron?! Idiot! The limit's 55! GETTA CAB, EH?!"
And then I heard it.
The sound of trumpets at the Temple.
And my own strangely disgusting voice.
"I thank you, Lord, that I am not like this slow old man who obstructs traffic.
I drive the Speed Limit.
I signal 100 feet before turning.
I leave a car length for every 10 MPH - and twice that in bad weather.
And I rotate my tires religiously."
Oh mannnnnnn.
Yeah.
I think my outhouse needs air freshener. This is not the sweet-smelling aroma He appreciates.
My white-washed tomb and its stench is overpowering.
There's a Pharisee in me.
And it's getting in the way of Him.
Huh. I need to change my attitude towards those folks behind me, passing me, and "signing" for me.
As well as the ones ahead of me.
I will try to drive with an attitude of gratitude and humility.
However, I'll still drive the Speed Limit.
It's just cheaper.