Driving Mr. Dan
Colossians 1: 17: He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together.
I don’t know exactly how you feel about driving in this area, but I have a sneaking suspicion that most of us tolerate the jams and messes at best and dislike them with a passion at worst. Put me in the “never want to drive again” column. I find this ironic because, like most teenage boys, I couldn’t wait to get my license. Driving represented independence, mobility, power and a sure-fire way to attract women, even while driving a 1956 black Chevy sedan.
Somewhere alone the way, driving lost some of its luster. Crowded roadways, increasing expenses for gas, insurance and maintenance, angry drivers and increasing taxes all conspired to make driving a chore rather than a pleasure.
I still drive, of course. It’s a necessity in today’s suburban world. And it’s about four times faster than taking the bus. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.
However, I found the solution to my problem right at home. Her name is Becky, and in the past few years, she has done the heavy lifting with driving, taking all of the long trips and most of the shorter ones. She’s an excellent driver, and her parallel parking—well, it’s unparalleled. She almost invariably ends up six inches from the curb, even when accomplishing the feat left-handed. As a result of this, I doubt that I go much past ten miles from home with my errands, and that sounds like a plan to me.
The point of all of this is that when we feel upset or beleaguered about some of the many things that beset us, God is there for us, either directly or through the efforts of others. Praise God for being the solution to any problem, for being there for us, and for using others to make things right. Amen.