The drive to Moor Close was pretty. The day was bright, sun is often a rare commodity in England, and there was green everywhere you looked. As we passed through winding roads and small villages, we could see well manicured hedges, gardens, fences peaking out through the trees lining our journey. Whoever designed these roads understood what driving could mean to people who enjoy the activity. I began to push the edges just a bit, a bit more speed on the round about, accelerating through the green canopy, and cutting just a smidgen on the apexes. Coming up and over a blind corner that drops sharply to the right, I spotted his bright yellow striped jacket. He stood just off the road besides his motorcycle. He was still in his helmet. Just as we peaked, he looked down at a small radar/photo speed gun held just above his waist. A myriad of things flashed through my mind.
“Am I breaking the rules?” I honestly did not know, but I assumed that I was.
I know that there was no need to break any rules on that morning. Paul's words were still fresh. “But, if you're breaking the rules right and left, watch out. The police aren't there just to be admired in their uniforms. God also has an interest in keeping order, and he uses them to do it.” (Romans 13.3)
Was God telling me something?
I often live life just as I drive. I push the edges, break rules, and defy authority. Often my challenges to authority are out of habit, there is little logic or purpose to the action. I seem to want everything life can offer, even if I know in advance that there is no good in the experience. I seek the disciplined life but live in the midst of chaos.
God gives and states facts – physical cause and affect. God also knows in detailed the opportunity that we often miss. We may not respect God's authority, but He cares to much about you and I to let us go.
