Are you “road kill”?

Today I plugged my phone into my computer to sync and was stunned to see that I was almost out of space! What was the offender? My photos! There are 1,662 pictures and when I plugged it into my computer the pictures in were being synced to my phone, there were over 4000, it was over loaded. I looked for something to delete, but how could I banish pictures of birthdays and my parents asleep on each other’s shoulder. I saw “audio” and looked at my settings, I had voice memos on there from 6/2009. Interested in what I had said and to listen before I deleted these, to make room, I hit “play”. On the first one my dad was telling me, while we were riding in the car, about a sermon he wanted to write, I was saying “Just say it daddy, this is recording you”, he cleared his throat as if her were about to talk on the radio, and said “Weeping endures for the night, but Joy comes in the morning!” I could never delete that it was a Word for my weary soul today. I looked up the scripture, Psalm 30:4-5 All you saints! Sing your hearts out to God! Thank him to his face! He gets angry once in a while, but across a lifetime there is only love. The nights of crying your eyes out give way to days of laughter.

In the past few days I have talked with people who have lost loved ones to death, to a parent about the pregnancy of a young teen, to a woman who’s spouse goes out drinking and then comes in and brags about his “exploits” with younger, prettier women.  I needed to be reminded that God is in control and (caution, cliché’ coming) the sun will come out tomorrow! As Christians we look for the SON to be ever present in our hour of need. But I digress, back to listening to my voice memos; I hit the play button on the next memo and heard my voice, I was saying “Road Kill, you ride past dead squirrels everyday and don’t pay much attention, until you are the one that killed one! Is that the way we view Jesus death?” When we are young we hear of the crucifixion and it is a story, until one day you do something that makes you realize that perhaps you had put those nails in His hands with your own sin. I remembered the day it happened, the sick feeling in my stomach as the little animal started toward my car, I applied my brakes but it started away from me then suddenly turned around running under the wheels of my large red van. I was thinking, as I heard that recording tonight, how many times Jesus could have felt that sick feeling as He watches us gaily scamper through our lives, with a devil-may-care attitude, letting our desires lead us back from safety, to under the wheels of life’s eighteen wheelers! If Jesus thought like me, He would be saying, “I died for THAT?” 

Galatians 6:1-3 Live creatively, friends. If someone falls into sin, forgivingly restore him, saving your critical comments for yourself. You might be needing forgiveness before the day’s out. Stoop down and reach out to those who are oppressed. Share their burdens, and so complete Christ’s law. If you think you are too good for that, you are badly deceived. In reading that scripture again I thought of the day I saw a man who was stumbling along the sidewalk, fall on the street side of the curb, on the busy corner of Ponce de Leon Ave. and Highland. I was sitting in my car and without thought and before I even realized it I was standing over the man placing myself between him and the approaching city bus. I placed my hand on his shoulder and prayed loudly, “God help this man!” When I opened my eyes I saw people getting off the bus and looking at me as if I had lost my mind. The man had been shaking violently as he lay there, suddenly he looked up at me, the blackest eyes I have ever seen, and it felt as if he was looking right through me, and was fully back to his senses. He stood up under his own power as a policeman came up and took hold of him and I walked back to my car, but he watched me, looking over his shoulder, until the policeman put him in a patrol car. It made an everlasting impression on me.

Question, “Have you passed by “road kill” in this life without offering a hand?”

2 Replies to “Are you “road kill”?”

  1. I was driving out of Lubbock one year at the same hour Texas Tech let out for Spring Break. The highway leading to the coast was bumper-to-bumper traffic cruising at 75+mph. We were flying, almost. An endless train of cars and trucks and SUV’s relentlessly pounding the pavement at unnatural speeds.

    As you can imagine, the drive was hectic. I would get passed one moment and pass someone else the next. It was clear that 90% or more of the vehicles were packed with rowdy college kids. I was not a peer, but I was caught up with them. I had a bit of envy for their care-free energy and a lot of frustration with sharing the road with them all.

    As we swirled and rushed like a river through the countryside, we came up over a rise on a sweeping curve in the road. I happened to be in the right side lane at that moment as the passing lane was jammed. Suddenly I saw a coyote lying there just three or four inches outside the white stripe. She had been hit, but she was not dead. She was thrashing there, but fortunately not flopping into the highway. I came past her at 75mph just inches from her face as she agonized her final hours/minutes of life in this world.

    And no one cared.

    There was no stopping to help. What help could I give? And if I stopped, what havoc would that have created? I could have jammed up the highway, created a hazard for drivers… And that coyote was probably too far gone to save. She needed someone to finish her off – as it appeared to have reached that point. But she couldn’t get even that.

    Instead, she got the baffles of exhaust fumes just inches from her face pounding relentlessly until the curtains fell… however long that took. I don’t know. But it was one of the saddest sights I ever saw.

    If you ever had a prayer for a dying coyote, you found it then.


    What a way to go?

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  2. I’m back.

    Sorry…. but …

    Well, I’m almost sorry I posted that.

    I got a bit misty thinking of it. But you brought it up, and I do find your blog provocative sometimes! (That’s a good thing, in my book!)

    Anyway, between your words and my response, my thoughts are racing. And I put myself in the place of that coyote (mentally speaking) just for a moment. I can see her trying to nip at the wheels that torment her as she thrashed at every other wave of baffles that hit her.

    And, of course, you have me thinking of Jesus.

    You know… (actually you don’t)… I start a new job tomorrow. It is a big change for me. A lot of new responsibility. A big upgrade from my past. And there is a whole massive complex story that surely has the fingerprints of God all over it as to how I obtained it. I wont tell it here on the web (I make a practice of not detailing my professional life on the web), but in generic terms, you can surely imagine that I have hopes and dreams and passions boiling up with it. I have PLANS! They are good godly plans that should serve the Kingdom cause quite well, I hope.

    But Jesus came on a mission to die. And in fact, except for his resurrection (which we can give credit to the Spirit for), Jesus seems to have had a very purposeful mission – his purpose driven life was to seek out the driven nails!

    I don’t naturally live like that. I resist taking up a cross to follow…. None of that factors in much into my PLANS for the new job!

    But what if???

    What if my suffering and death were the BEST part of my life?

    Do you know who Nathan Hale was? Does the name ring a bell?

    He was the American patriot who was hanged, and upon his execution stated, “I only regret that I have one life to give for my country.”

    I have no idea how good of a soldier or spy he was. I cant even remember his name without looking it up. But I know something magnificent about HOW he died. (And I think his cause was a far cry short of Jesus’s!) And, well, he demonstrates my point to that extent.

    In the Age to Come, after the consummation of all things in the Kingdom Rule of God, will my new job have meant much? Anything??? But what about my death? Will it have been in vain? Or could it serve Jesus?

    This is why I sing praises. I am a terrible singer. I have poor abilities and no rhythm. But I hope the last thing(s) that come out of my mouth in this life are praises to my KING! I wasn’t born yet when my grandmother died, but they report that the nurses knew when she was gone because the singing stopped! I hope my screatchy voice does that too.

    I really don’t want to die. I surely don’t want to die a cursed death at the hands of Islamic terrorists or like a thrashing coyote on the side of the road. I sure hope I can go peacefully in my bed at home with my wife by my side. But I have a feeling that in the Age to Come, if I can look back on the day I arrived as one when I was singing and witnessing to the LOVE of Jesus – even before his enemies, then that will be cause for celebration!

    And anyway, your post has me thinking on such things….

    I am blessed.


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