Blessing Bad Drivers
When I am choosing a topic for my blog I either go by inspiration or by conviction, that is the “getting caught with my hand in the cookie jar” conviction, not the “really wholeheartedly going after something” conviction. Today, it is all about conviction.
As I was driving home from the grocery store, I had not even exited the parking lot yet and I was filled with a strong distaste for stupid drivers. I was Christian enough not to flip anyone off, but not enough to stop myself from calling them stupid. Mathew 5:44 says, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you. I had convinced myself that poor driving skills were a form of persecution, but I couldn’t move forward to the loving and praying part.
As, I pulled onto the street I was convicted, ironically, by me. That is God’s sense of humor. He provides us that ability for his personal amusement, as well as to cut down on his workload. It takes a while to get the point of self-conviction, but once you do, I have to say it is annoying. I just can’t seem to let myself of the hook for anything these days.
After sneering at several drivers and making sure they could see me shaking my head at them, the words that came out of my mouth were, “Wow, God, I must be your poster child for good Christian today.” Then I laughed. I could see God shaking his head and hear Him saying, “Come on, Darlene, we’ve been over this lesson a hundred times. Pray for the bad driver. Skip all this name calling and swearing crap.”
I am working on my tolerance for anyone who under-performs by my standards. I am thankful God doesn’t have to work on His tolerance for my under-performance or I would be in trouble. Every day I wake up in hopes that today is the day I can make it through without sighing, rolling my eyes, or calling someone stupid. Tsk, Tsking is a bad habit too.There are days I almost make it. But, fatigue has a way of eroding patience and the last hours of the day are often the hardest.
What would the world look like if the driver who was cut-off sends a blessing to the errant driver or the parking lot was filled with drivers who battle with other drivers only in the you go, no you go arena? Horn honking or hand gestures would be a thing of the past. Rainbows and butterflies would reign. Pipe-dream, right?
I know that when I bless a “challenged” driver (already evolving), I feel better. I really do. It is strange and weird and almost doesn’t make sense, but I do. And, by the time I get home, I am often smiling and laughing to myself, rather than angry and ready to spread misery to whomever I see first. So, maybe there is something to praying for and loving those that persecute you. I understand there are bigger challenges than a bad driver. If we start there, it is a step towards forgiveness for the really tough stuff. And, who knows, maybe we we would actually be giving rainbows and butterflies a chance!