My Father’s car

Mustang into carrier1Have you heard that analogy of life and faith and driving a car?

The car is like our life. It’s ours and we’re driving it. And at some point we may pick up religion and invite God to be a passenger. We offer Him the back seat to ride along with us.

In our conversations with Him we decide He’s a worthy companion and invite him to ride at our side and move to the front seat. Becoming more familiar with Him we realize the benefit of taking His advice and believe that He is trustworthy enough that we can follow His directions and make Him our co-pilot.

At some point, either when things get really hairy or perhaps when we become weary, we might even step aside and ask Him to drive the car. And that is supposedly the picture of real faith… Jesus take the wheel. We are willing to ask Him to direct our life and go where He takes us when and how.

But I believe at this point in my life I am seeing a more accurate picture representing truth.

The car isn’t even ours. It’s His. Our very existence came from God. And He created each one of us for the specific cars, or lives, that He has in mind.

Let that sink in. He is the creator of our life. The metaphorical car is the life we are living. and He created each of us to be able to handle the car, the life He’s put us in.

pexels-dominika-roseclay-1252500Along with this life, this car, He’s given us a road map: The Holy Bible. And He has provided us with a co-driver, a copilot: The Holy Spirit.

We are, I am, just responsible for getting the car from point A to point B. And I’m given, or allowed experiences, relationships, all kinds of situations to help me grow on my journey.

In this metaphor some of us are driving comfortable sedans. Some, luxury cars, sports cars, race cars, minivans, sport utility vehicles, station wagons or even Volkswagen buses.

At different stages of life some of us are driving rescue vehicles, or moving vans, food trucks, or cement mixers as we are called on or choose to help those in need. And other times we are the ones who need the help; in need of a tow, an engine overhaul, or significant bodywork.

The car belongs to God. It is He who allows us to drive. And sometimes we take our lives where He never intended us to go.

But thankfully, each of His cars, each life, is equipped with a GPS a Godly Positioning System! Which means God knows where we are at all times. And He is available to answer any call day or night 24/7.

If we get lost, run out of gas, drive into a ditch, or have a total wreck, He will answer our call. And always has exactly what we need.

twisty road1If we let Him, He can take us on joyful rides visiting exciting places. If we choose to follow His directions He can take us by quiet streams, beautiful vistas, gorgeous scenery that takes our breath away. He can take us on exciting twisty-turny roads. He can lead us through wide-open spaces or help us navigate cities with extensive interstate interchanges.

Some of us will use our cars to win races. Some of us will bring food to the hungry, or supplies to those stranded along the highway. Some of us will tow the sick or injured to receive medical help. And we all have the option to make use of the roadmap and the copilot were offered.

I feel as if I’ve just realized it’s my Father’s car I’ve been driving. And if I had realized that all along I would’ve taken better care of it. I’d have kept it cleaner, washed it more often… been more careful where I drove it.
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I love this car! And I feel like I haven’t been grateful enough for being given it to drive. I now see it was a mistake to think it was mine all along and that I was in control.

I can’t turn the odometer back. But at this point, I can get out my maps… check in with my copilot… and give thanks every day, to my Father – for this amazing car – this amazing life!

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