Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Confessions of a Habitual Speeder

It’s funny how God tends to teach us things through even what seems like the most insignificant matters. Ok, it’s time for me to fess up. I speed.

Like it is slightly ridiculous… I have a problem that is in desperate need of being fixed. If I’m frustrated, in deep thought, or simply distracted, I have the most intense lead foot you will ever find. I honestly don’t always intend on going fast, but I get comfortable… and then, once I glance at my speedometer, I’m going 20 mph faster than I had initially begun. It’s not even necessarily that I’m a bad driver, because I have never even been close to being in an accident while driving (to my knowledge anyways), I just drive entirely too fast. And recently, this little habit has landed me in a lot of trouble.

Over Labor Day weekend, I was driving with my best friend Courtney to Mississippi to visit some friends. We were talking about life and drinking Sonic raspberry tea and jamming out to 90’s music… it couldn’t be a more picture perfect roadtrip.

It was at that very moment that I spotted him… a policeman had pulled out right behind me (then again, it’s was kind of hard to miss the blue lights flashing in my rearview mirror.)

I got pulled over in Forrest City, Arkansas (which actually happens to be home to the State Trooper Department... who knew!?) and got a ticket for going 90mph in a 70mph zone. To top it all off, the policeman was a complete jerk about the whole thing. That is one way to just completely ruin your day, AND your trip… the worst part was coming home to tell my parents. Needless to say, I had never been in more trouble in my whole, entire life.

I had to suffer the consequences for that choice. I had to go to Forrest City for my court date. I had to pay a $165 ticket (which is a lot when you are living on a Nanny budget…). And I will have to have that on my driver’s record for a while.

But I swore I would never speed again.

Funny how those promises usually last a grand total of 24 hours… Ha. The very next day, I look down and I’m going 5mph over. Now, I realize that that’s not too incredibly fast, but that’s against the point. The point is that I was speeding again, after I had JUST had to deal with the consequences of my first actions. I would catch myself and slow down, but then, the next time I was in a hurry, there I would go, speeding “just a little bit” again.

But then I got to thinking.

I’m the exact same way with sin. You get caught crossing that boundary, and you have to suffer the consequences. Getting caught in that secret sin is no fun, but what is even greater danger is NOT getting caught. Sometimes it takes the sin’s surfacing in order for us to realize it needs to be removed from our lives.

Often times, we make empty promises to ourselves and to God… “Oh, I will NEVER do that again, never!” just to fall right back into our old sinful habits. Why is this the result? It is because we have hearts that are not truly broken over the actions, over sin. We say that we are sorry, but are we really? Do we truly know what is at stake when we make those decisions? So often, we don’t really grasp how much of a sacrifice Christ paid because of our stupid actions.

Those boundaries, just like those speed limits that are placed by the government, are there for our own safety… we don’t always like them, but ultimately they are there because we NEED them. Without them, we are just a bunch of idiots that do stupid stuff for no reason…

…just like going 5mph over the speed limit.

It doesn’t matter if everyone else is doing it and it’s not “that bad”, it is still wrong. And no matter how much we try to justify it, a sin is still a sin.

2 comments:

  1. I love you, and I love this no matter how hard it hits me in the gut.



    p.s. Am I allowed to say that its funny of all places you get pulled over in forest city, a place where a bunch of redneck family lives?

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  2. Man Molly... cut it out won't you?! This post is painful!! ha!

    Bummer about the ticket! =(

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