My work van has a remote starter, which is pretty awesome
this time of year. Being able to stand in the warmth of my house on a blustery winter
morning, push a button that starts the vehicle, and then climb into a warm van
10 minutes later is pretty cool. When the vehicle starts the horn honks, the
engine fires up, starts rumbling, and the parking lights stay on. The process
is anything but subtle.
The past few mornings have gone like this - I start my van
and continue getting ready for the day. After brushing my teeth, I grab my
lunch box and head out the door. The van is parked outside in front of the garage
door. Opening the garage door is a squeaky operation when it’s frigidly cold. Walking
around the front of the rumbling vehicle, each footstep crunches on the frozen
snow. One particular morning as I stepped toward the driver’s door, a scared rabbit
darted out from under the hedges…which, in turn, startled me. I laughed it off,
thinking to myself how weird it was that the rabbit didn’t scare away from the other
commotion happening around it.
The same thing happened the next morning, and I was startled yet
again. Day three, you ask? Yes, and both the rabbit and I jumped…again. Eventually,
the rabbit wised up and found a different bush to sleep under - I’m glad it did
because I’m not sure how much more my nerves could handle.
Romans 7:14-17 So the trouble is not with the law, for it is
spiritual and good. The trouble is with me, for I am all too human, a slave to
sin. I don’t really understand myself, for I want to do what is right, but I
don’t do it. Instead, I do what I hate. But if I know what I am doing is wrong,
this shows that I agree that the law is good. So I am not the one doing wrong,
it is sin living in me that does it.
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