Stayin on the road

Stayin on the road
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Wednesday, September 28, 2011
I took Driver’s Ed. my sophomore year. There was one other student in my car. She was so skinny and frail looking – she made Twiggy look like a Sumo Wrestler. When we were taught how to drive a manual transmission we were given a 1957 Chevy with a three on the tree gear shift and a clutch spring fashioned in some dark iron foundry on the grizzled shores of Lake Superior. To mash the clutch pedal to the floor took a feat of mighty quadricep strength, and I was sure Denise would not be able to do it even if she used both her feet and a borrowed one from the Six Million Dollar Man. But she surprised me… NO, she astonished me. She drove that Chevy like Bonny and Clyde were run’n toward the car, the Sheriff’s hot bullets were a fly’n, and her husband was the jilted bank’s manager.
Our instructor had us drive out into the desert just bit out of Tucson, Arizona. In those days from city to desert wasn’t a long drive. He purposely got us off the beaten track and stuck in the loose desert sand. There were lessons to be learned from this. I am forever grateful for such comprehensive instruction.
After some general warnings about not going in to the desert with out some water he began to have us (actually it was Denise at the wheel) rock the vehicle by quickly shifting from 2nd to reverse and repeat letting the clutch out in each gear. That’s a lot of quick shifting for anyone, but Denise got that vehicle going back and forth like a spastic jitterbug. Sadly it did not get us loose, but managed to dig us in a little bit deeper. That’s called going nowhere fast. We tried bouncing the back of the vehicle by pushing down and forward as Denise rocked from reverse to 2nd and back again. Exciting, but no exit or extraction or extrication. Also dirtier and sweatier than a post Superbowl locker room. Eventually the instructor opened the trunk and pulled out a shovel, and a gunny sack. He had me dig in front of the right rear tire (the only side that is driven by the motor) and place the gunny sack in front of the tire. The tire gripped the sack and Denise and the Chevy shot out of the hole and back on to the firm foundation of the road.
We all encounter many slippery slopes in life. There is only one firm foundation. We may justify our actions as we step away from Jesus and in to the sinking sand, but we are in truth, being double minded – or as Elijah called it “halting between two opinions”
And Elijah came unto all the people, and said, How long halt ye between two opinions? if the LORD be God, follow him: but if Baal, then follow him. And the people answered him not a word. 1Ki 18:21
We just need to make up our mind. As the Apostle Peter put it ever so perfectly in the Gospel of John.
From that time many of his disciples went back, and walked no more with him.
Then said Jesus unto the twelve, Will ye also go away?
Then Simon Peter answered him, Lord, to whom shall we go? thou hast the words of eternal life.
John 6:66-68
Indeed, if not Jesus, then who?

I took Driver’s Ed. my sophomore year. There was one other student in my car. She was so skinny and frail looking – she made Twiggy look like a Sumo Wrestler. When we were taught how to drive a manual transmission we were given a 1957 Chevy with a three on the tree gear shift and a clutch spring fashioned in some dark iron foundry on the grizzled shores of Lake Superior. To mash the clutch pedal to the floor took a feat of mighty quadricep strength, and I was sure Denise would not be able to do it even if she used both her feet and a borrowed one from the Six Million Dollar Man. But she surprised me… NO, she astonished me. She drove that Chevy like Bonny and Clyde were run’n toward the car, the Sheriff’s hot bullets were a fly’n, and her husband was the jilted bank’s manager.

Our instructor had us drive out into the desert just bit out of Tucson, Arizona. In those days from city to desert wasn’t a long drive.

desert

He purposely got us off the beaten track and stuck in the loose desert sand.

There were lessons to be learned from this. I am forever grateful for such comprehensive instruction.

After some general warnings about not going in to the desert with out some water he began to have us (actually it was Denise at the wheel) rock the vehicle by quickly shifting from 2nd to reverse and repeat letting the clutch out in each gear. That’s a lot of quick shifting for anyone, but Denise got that vehicle going back and forth like a spastic jitterbug. Sadly it did not get us loose, but managed to dig us in a little bit deeper. That’s called going nowhere fast. We tried bouncing the back of the vehicle by pushing down and forward as Denise rocked from reverse to 2nd and back again. Exciting, but no exit or extraction or extrication. Also dirtier and sweatier than a post Superbowl locker room. Eventually the instructor opened the trunk and pulled out a shovel, and a gunny sack. He had me dig in front of the right rear tire (the only side that is driven by the motor) and place the gunny sack in front of the tire. The tire gripped the sack and Denise and the Chevy shot out of the hole and back on to the firm foundation of the road.

We all encounter many slippery slopes in life. There is only one firm foundation. We may justify our actions as we step away from Jesus and in to the sinking sand, but we are in truth, being double minded – or as Elijah called it “halting between two opinions”

And Elijah came unto all the people, and said, How long halt ye between two opinions? if the LORD be God, follow him: but if Baal, then follow him. And the people answered him not a word. 1Ki 18:21

We just need to make up our mind. As the Apostle Peter put it ever so perfectly in the Gospel of John.

From that time many of his disciples went back, and walked no more with him.

Then said Jesus unto the twelve, Will ye also go away?

Then Simon Peter answered him, Lord, to whom shall we go? thou hast the words of eternal life.

John 6:66-68

Indeed, if not Jesus, then who?

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About tnman

I was born, then I was born again.
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