(Read her books.
It's like having coffee with a smart person.
Really.)
She mentions the Welsh Revival of 1904.
It all started during a youth group meeting when a young girl answered the question posed by the pastor.
"What does Jesus mean to you?"
And young Florrie Evans answered very simply,
"I love Jesus with all my heart."
And that's where the rubber hit the road and burnin' tires went roaring through the countryside.
Ah.
The tire metaphor?
It's the Elixir's fault.
Really.
Every morning I drive down County G, "The Way Less Traveled", to my job 24 miles away.
Every morning for the last month, I pass a yard with this shiny, 35-year-old Corvette lurking by a
"For Sale" sign.
It's a shimmering black with turbo mag wheels.
Like a jungle cat stretching in the morning light, flexing its claws and purring.
Right before it runs down a couple of natives for breakfast.
Nice car. Really nice car.
But it's been in same spot for a month.
Pointed in the same direction.
Shiny.
Clean.
And inert.
Ms. Seu brings that point out in her chapter. The Welsh countryside was filled with churches, good preachers, good & pious church people.
But nothing happened until their whole hearts were given to Him.
Kinda like the Corvette.
It isn't what it was meant to be until the key gets turned.
And Someone else is driving.
Then the 'Vette responds like it was meant to.
What it was designed for.
With burning tires, roaring engine and a hearty "Ohhhhhhhh, mama!!!"
It's been over a year since I threw Him the keys.
Yeah.
I had a lotta years sitting in the front yard not moving much.
And I still pout and fume.
I still get scared and slow down. Braking.
Hedging my bet.
But I'm learning to let Him drive.
And "Ohhhhhh, mama!!!"
I didn't know I was built for that!
So go ahead.
Toss Him the keys to "You".
You'll never believe the 2nd gear you have.
Or the 3rd.
Let alone the top end.
Yeah.
You'll be saying it too.
"Ohhhhhh, mama!!!