I recently was talking to a friend who had gotten pulled over by the cops for…
You guessed it. “Nothing.” That is how all of stories that start out with “I got pulled over yesterday for,” go. My favorite part of this person’s story is that he really had not done anything. You see, a few years ago the officers would have found something, or somethings for which to arrest my friend. In fact, they did and he has paid and continues to pay significant consequences for his actions.
A year ago I would have doubted the sincerity of his story of being pulled over for no reason, but today I know him well enough to be certain that he would tell me whether or not he actually had done something – and would be hurt if he had. I have had the privileged of seeing him become a new creation, and been humbled by the work that God continues to do in his heart — and mine, just by having a close seat to the show. Every time we talk I am amazed at the changes he is making in his life, and the insights and love he gains for God. It fills me with hope.
So when he shared about being cold, humiliated, and frustrated during the time that the boys in blue were searching his car, I sympathized. The bad part about being a criminal is having people treat you like a criminal, even though there have been major renovations in your life that “they” don’t know about. After the dogs and officers searched his car, a series of field sobriety tests, seemingly countless questions, a breathalyzer, and inviting the men searching his vehicle to Bible study (I love that) he was free to continue about his business.
He wondered aloud what the significance of this incident might be, and the conversation went like this:
Him: “I don’t know man, it seems like all this stuff happened all at once, and I really feel like it was Satan trying to attack me.”
Me: “That could be it, or it could be a not-so gentle reminder of where you have come from, what God has brought you out of, a reminder to stay on the wagon, ya know?”
Him: “Interesting that you say that. It’s kinda like a Passover we just studied about. Israel had to do all this stuff so they would remember what God did for them.”
(Background) His mom, whose house he arrived at while we were speaking: “I think it was an attack, plain and simple.”
Me: “Well if it was Satan’s attack, we will use it for good and remember what God has done for us. Also, this is your warning to keep your chin up and stay the course- don’t give up now.”
That is an over-simplified verison of the conversation, but the gist is there. Isn’t it amazing how we look at problems and difficulties in our lives?
It reminds me of campfire. Even if a fire is burning hot and high, and you put a peice a plywood over it, it might smother and the flames dwindle. Sometimes the fire dies out completely. However, if the fire is hot enough and there are enough hot, long burning coals at the base of the fire, it will enentullay rekindle. And when it rekindles, the plywood that once snuffed the flames out becomes fuel itself.
So did Satan put the plywood on my friend’s fire?
Did God?
We do well to remember the God who warms hearts, rekindles smothered flames, and who uses all things to bring glory to Himself and for the good of those who love Him.
Here is to turning that which smothers us into our holy bonfire!
May the Lord’s will be done,
CWillZ




