Crossing The Line

So here I am, minding my own business when I get to the light at Saratoga and Cimmaron. I’m kind of lost in the moment of having the windows down and sharing classic rock with Corpus Christi when all of a sudden, I hear someone shout, “Hey”! I turn to my left and there is this guy trying to get my attention. I immediatley reach over and turn down the music. He is an older guy with a very strong Jewish accent. He says, “Don’t cross the line”! “Don’t do it”! “I did it once and I got a ticket for it.”

While he was talking, he was pointing to the person in front of me….who was over the line. I said thanks and gave him a friendly nod, but he kept going on! “Don’t ever run the yellow light either”! It’s a warning!” ” I’ve gone through the yellow light before, and do you know what happened”? “I got a ticket”! “So don’t do it”. As soon as he was done speaking, the light changed and he was on his way. I thought, “I need to invite this guy to our Christmas Eve Eve Celebration.”  So I began to follow him for a bit, but then started to feel like a stalker so I changed my route and headed for work.

On my way to the building, I couldn’t stop thinking about what my Jewish friend had shared with me. Don’t cross the line….don’t do it! Don’t even run the yellow. It’s a warning. Then I felt an overwhelming sense of understanding. I started thinking all too many times I run the yellow in my life. I take chances, thinking I’ll be o.k.

God has asked not to do certain things and yet I flirt with them…..I run the yellow. The next logical step would be to “cross the line.”  I don’t even want to go there. It’s another case of thinking I can do all things in my own strength. So where am I?  I am now at the feet of Jesus, convicted, and humbled, and thanking Him for allowing an unusual event to happen.