56 in a 45
He let me off with a warning. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I haven’t gotten a speeding ticket in five years (Lauren can correct the record if I’m misremembering). Maybe he looked at my record and whatever else information he has on his little screen and realized “this guy doesn’t usually break the law. I’ll just let things slide this time.”
To be fair, my speedometer has a digital and an analogue meter; the digital only outputs in KPH (for foreign driving) and can’t be switched to MPH. The analogue meter only counts in factors of 20. I was doing 56 but I needed to be doing 45. Here’s what that looks like:
Here’s what I should have been doing:
At night, that’s a minor distinction.
I’m not trying to excuse myself, merely explain myself. There are times when I intentionally exceed the speed limit. All have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God. But sometimes I do it accidentally. In those times, I’m thankful that the person with the power to write me a ticket looks at my record and says “he’s clean” and lets me off with a warning and a reminder to slow down.
I have given her time to repent of her immorality, but she is unwilling. So I will cast her on a bed of suffering, and I will make those who commit adultery with her suffer intensely, unless they repent of her ways.
(Revelation 2:21-22)
We serve a God who gives us more warnings than we deserve.
Be thankful for that, because one day the warnings will run out.
(I went 45MPH the rest of the way home, by the way).