It was a cool clear morning and I was zipping down the freeway near Barstow, on my way to work.
A wonderful sermon blasted through the speakers in my car.
My body may have been in the car driving, but my spirit was at a North Carolina Camp Meeting and it was awesome!
Out of the corner of my right eye, in the middle of the long stretch of desert landscape, I spotted a white tumbleweed with red and blue lights...pointing a radar gun at me!
Roh-oh.
I quickly and casually brake while glancing at my speedometer which had only decreased to 82 by the time I flew past the highway patrol car.
Immediately the patrol car cut off a big rig, jumped on the freeway, made 3 illegible lane changes and cruised right up behind me flashing his lights.
'MEEEEE??????" I shout to my rear view mirror in feigned indignation and surprise. "I'm only going 60 now!!!"
I pull over and come to a stop on the shoulder behind a second policeman issuing someone else a ticket.
How embarrassing. The row of shame.
The officer comes up to my passenger window.
Policeman: "You were caught speeding, give me your ID and registration and insurance."
I give him my ID and open the glove box to search for my registration and insurance.
147 napkins spring up out of the glove box.
I begin to dig through them nervously and start tossing stuff on the floorboard as the policeman waits impatiently.
I realized this might be a good time for the officer to find Jesus and learn about mercy and forgiveness and grace so I leave the Camp Meeting sermon on and let it play while I dig through the glove box. After removing a diaper, I find the items he needed.
Policeman: Do you know how fast you were going?
Me: Uh, 82.
Policeman: Close, I got you at 85. Do you know what the speed limit is here?
Me: Let's go with 80.
Policeman: No, it is 70.
Me: Oh. Wow. That can't be good.
Policeman: Wait here. If you get cold you may roll up the window.
He walks around the car one time and comes back to the window. I turn up the sermon volume a tiny bit more.
Policeman: Where is your front licence plate?
Me: Um, I don't think the car came with one.
Policeman: How long ago did you purchase this car?
Me: About 3 years ago.
Policeman: Wait here.
Great.
I can't believe this is happening to me. I have never been ticketed, pulled over, arrested, cited, nothing!!!
I begin to strategize.
I've heard that a good way to get out of a ticket is to cry. Maybe if I start crying and I tell the officer that I have never had a ticket before, just maybe he will feel like a big bully and let me go. Men can not handle a crying woman.
I wait until I see him start to get out of his car and then I scrunch up my eyes and sniff a couple of times, trying to make some tears.
Nothing.
I think sad thoughts.
Little dead puppies....expired Joann's coupons....
Tap. Tap.
I roll down the window...dry eyed.
Policeman: Well Mrs. Gavin, I am going to write you a fix-it ticket for the front licence plate and this time I am just going to give you a warning about your speeding. I see here that you have a perfect driving record.
Me: Yes sir, I am almost 32 years old and I have never had a ticket.
Impressed Policeman: Really? That is better than me.
Me: Oh, well, ok thank you sir!
And that was the end of my ordeal! I felt so light! and freeee! and happy! and..forgiven!
I am now able to rustle up some tears as I thank God for my blessing.
I totally deserved the ticket yet I was given another chance to go out into the world and drive better, safer and slower.
I began to ponder how much more we have been forgiven by Jesus on the cross.
Jesus told a parable in Matthew 18:23 about a king that forgave a servant of his debt. After being forgiven, the servant went out and found someone who owed him money and had him put in prison until he could pay. When the king found out, he punished the servant who even after having been forgiven, did not in turn forgive as well.
This made me aware of how crucial it was to take this blessing and this forgiveness shown to me by the law and think about how I could show mercy to someone in the same way.
Sometime we Christian's are so quick to judge people by the rules and laws without thinking of their soul. Jesus was constantly challenging the religious rulers of His day because they were always accusing Jesus of breaking the law, when Jesus was concerned with healing and saving people.
I feel God encouraging me to stop being so critical of other people and their actions. Praying for people and minding my own business instead of constantly dreaming up ways to help others straighten up.
The world doesn't need anymore correct people or people who have all the answers, but the world does needs more people who can be kind and listen and show mercy and forgiveness, reflecting the very essence of Jesus.