Are we racing to catch up with God? Or, is God racing to catch up with us? Either way, we are usually moving too fast, possibly fueled by anxiety, a very efficient fuel when we were young. And now?
Small boys and big boys love their cars. Speed, control, daring, and too often crippling and death.
Jesus is remembered as falling asleep in the midst of a storm when the winds kicked up and the boat wobbled, threatening to capsize? How come he says fear not at such moments? Does he overdo that message of assurance, advice to trust in God when beset with life’s many “waves”? How can he imagine that forgiveness of our sins matters when all we need is a good car, cautious teenagers, and a paid mortgage?
It’s antimony—a truth that defies logic.
Just remember the little paper plate cars you loved that empowered you. Yes, this energy is still in you, around you, above you, and beneath you, as close to you as your own heartbeat. Listen up. Keep on keeping on. Inside, be the boy with his toy cars. Keep driving, beloved.
Boys and Their Cars
Why do boys love cars?
ejective—boom
projective—zoom
propulsive—vroom
I’ve wondered about this a lot.
Could be anatomy
or e’en the academy
But no.
It’s love on wheels.
It’s speed on speed
It’s vrooming
Zooming
Vroom vroom with paper plates
sweeping clean the kitchen floor
Zing zinging with Matchbox minis
Panicked cries when one goes missing
Is there more?
Ah yes,
it’s freedom beckoning
warring duty’s reckoning
There is more, my love,
Just round the bend.
No hurry
Keep driving
