I promise!

When the local toll roads were first built in the 1950’s, their promise was that all toll booths would be removed after the highway was paid for, about 3 years. Fifty-three years later, we’re still paying.

In the early days of driving the toll road, we received a card when we got on and then turned it in when we got off. Our toll was calculated from the card. Eventually that system was replaced with a cash-as-you-go payment, starting at 25 cents per toll. We had to stop every 30 miles or so to throw change into a plastic bin before continuing.

Now, of course, we have “open road tolling” which means the toll road can take our money without us stopping to give it to them. When Nate and I used to drive the toll road between Illinois and Michigan, he’d often complain about the highway authority going back on its word to upgrade the road into a freeway, once a certain amount had been collected. Quite a few people felt that way, expressing their opinions in law suits and citizen groups established to put pressure on the powers-that-be. But today we’re still paying.

Keeping our word is important. It’s a character quality seen less and less these days and runs rampant in the political world with unmet campaign promises. But the most important place to keep our word is in one-on-one relationships such as husband-and-wife, parent-and-child, friend-and-friend. If I was given the chance to do one thing differently in my past, it would be to keep my word better, to do exactly what I said I would do.

If I told Nate, “I’ll pick you up at the train at 6:35,” I’d be there waiting for him rather than allowing him to wait for me. If I told the kids, “Don’t do that again or you’ll get a spanking,” I’d follow through.

It’s especially important to keep our word when we tell someone we won’t share a confidence with anyone else. If we violate that, our word becomes worthless, not to mention the damage we do to that person and our relationship with him or her.

I’ve asked myself, “What would the Christian life be like if God acted like I did and didn’t keep his word?” He’s told us that he does everything he says he’ll do, and Scripture backs that up. He’s kept his promises in my own life, and I’ve seen him do it in others’. Because I’ve experienced failure at always keeping my word, I’m doubly appreciative that I can count on him to keep his. After all, his has eternal consequences, and I’m trusting him 100%.

Driving the toll roads is a helpful reminder that I want to be trusted to keep my word. And maybe in the long run, the toll road will make good on its promise, too. The latest word is that it’ll be paid for in 2034. If I still have a driver’s license at 89, you’ll find me driving the freeway.

“Set a guard over my mouth, Lord; keep watch over the door of my lips.” (Psalm 141:3)

A Radical Example

Whenever I’m around young children, I’m fascinated by their learning style as miniature mimickers. Whatever we do, they try to do. Our flawed examples are, unfortunately, passed along to our kids, which is exactly why I’m thankful we have Jesus as a better standard. We know he never sinned, so we can guess what his first 30 years were like, which is what we are to imitate.  

He obeyed his parents 100%, although surely there were times when he felt like disobeying. He put his siblings ahead of himself and observed what others needed. He never took anything that didn’t belong to him, and never swore. He participated wholeheartedly in every Sabbath day worship, and nothing in his life mattered more than his relationship with God.

He never longed to own something that belonged to another person and never said nasty things about someone else to make himself look better. He never told a lie or withheld the complete truth, and because he wasn’t married, he never slept with a woman.

We ought to be stretching ourselves toward leading this kind of a life.

Once Jesus began his formal ministry as a teacher, he continued to be a spectacular model. He didn’t hide out in solitude but spent time in public, healing, helping and educating people. He was a radical, a strong person who shook up the status quo. He revolutionized the Jewish religiosity of the day and trimmed down hundreds of laws to two: loving God and loving others.

I’m glad Jesus’ angry outburst at the temple was included in Scriture. The story describes him responding negatively to merchants who were selling animals there. The Bible says he made his own whip to rout them out, probably by striking directly at them. I find it fascinating that in his anger, Jesus took time to find the materials he needed and weave together an effective whip.

He then showed strength and determination as he chased out men and animals alike, following that by scattering their coins all over the floor. He finished by flipping over the massive wooden tables used to transact business, proving he was not the weakling many pictures show him to be. Finally he shouted, “Get these [animals] out of here! Stop turning my Father’s house into a market!”

We already knew we were to model our lives after the “gentle Jesus, meek and mild.” But did we know we were to imitate this other Jesus, too? None of us will ever need to do exactly what he did with a whip in a temple. But we’re all called to live radically with a personal passion to pursue righteousness.

I’m wondering if I’ve even begun.

”All of your works will thank you, Lord, and your faithful followers will praise you. They will speak of the glory of your kingdom; they will give examples of your power.” (Psalm 145:10-11)

A Rustling in the Reeds

Sanibel Island is a tropical paradise we northerners greatly appreciate after a cold, snowy winter. But even a tropical paradise has its down side. A Sanibel vacation sometimes includes encounters with alligators, terrifying to me.

I remember one night years ago when our  group of a dozen adults met at a restaurant several miles up the coastline. Three of us had taken advantage of Sanibel’s network of smooth, asphalt-paved bicycle paths that link most everything on the island, and had roller-bladed to the dinner.

On our journey home afterwards, the sun had set and the path was dark. Much of our route ran parallel to a briney canal favored by alligators, and as we rolled along, we heard occasional rustling in the reeds just inches off our path. I couldn’t skate fast enough and was surprised when we reached home without an alligator incident.

Yesterday Skylar and I were walking Jack, and she was learning how to hold his leash. Jack’s sniffing led us into the underbrush near a mossy canal, so I told Skylar we needed to back away, since alligators lived in there. We’d seen them many times, and when she didn’t respond I said, “Sometimes alligators eat dogs.”

Loving Jack as she does, that did it for her, and she quickly yanked his leash to pull him in the opposite direction. There’s nothing wrong with healthy fear, and alligators are to be feared. Every so often we learn of an attack, and in recent years we did read of a gator eating a dog.

Tonight I’ve been pondering my fear of alligators, along with other dangers we might not be able to see but are lurking near our life-paths. Do we fear the things we ought to fear? When we hear a “rustling” nearby, such as a fluttering of desire for something we know to be wrong, do we fear its consequences and immediately yank ourselves away, moving in the opposite direction? Or do we say, “It’s just a noise, nothing to fear.” Lowering our defenses against something that may be potentially dangerous can quickly escalate and become life-threatening.

Scripture tells us sin of all kinds, initiated by Satan, is quietly waiting nearby in hidden places. It lurks close to us like a coiled snake in the weeds or an alligator in the reeds, ready to pounce in a blur of quick movement. Without paying attention to the quiet rustlings deep within and heading in the opposite direction, we’ll be in trouble for sure.

Yesterday Skylar got to see a real alligator sitting in a swampy area of the resort where we’re staying. Even though she’s just two years old, she wasn’t frightened. “He looks like a log,” she said, and of course no one is afraid of a log. But I’ve seen this kind of “log” defy appearances and move like lightning. It’s important to keep a distance, and if it “rustles”, head in the opposite direction.

Concerning sin, there are harsh consequences for not yanking ourselves away.

”If you do not do what is right, sin is crouching at your door; it desires to have you, but you must rule over it.” (Genesis 4:7)

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