It wasn’t in the plan, not even on the radar screen. In fact, every time we drove our twelve year-old car, we’d each pat the dashboard and say “Good car” because we anticipated keeping it for many more years. We bought it new, and kept it in good shape. It rewarded us with reliable service.
But then we got the word that our grandson’s car died; by drowning no less. It seems there was a gigantic puddle at an intersection during a day-long deluge, and his car stalled right in the middle of the puddle and expired. Now Ben, our grandson, earns his living at the moment by delivering pizza (school to resume at a date TBA). So for him, no car equals no money.
Grandfathers exist to fix things so I looked at my wife and she looked at me, and both of us thought what a fine car ours would be for Ben. We texted ideas, then got on the phone and a deal was made. Ben would buy the car and grandma and I would find something new for ourselves (our “last car” as she put it.) The grandson would get a good, safe car, and pizzas would continue to reach the hungry.
You can buy a car on the internet, sight unseen. Do the whole deal online and take delivery right in your own driveway. But where’s the fun in that? Besides, how can you tell if the seats are right, or determine how easy it is to enter and exit? We drove three different cars and chose the one that suited both of us. My, how things have changed in twelve years!
First, the motor in the new car is about two thirds the size of the one in the old car, but it generates about fifteen percent more horsepower. The car tells you when you depart from your lane (“Stay in your lane, Bro”), stops you if you get too close to the car in front, warns you if another car is in your blind spot, and don’t get me started on Bluetooth. Then there’s the “Thingy.”
A common phrase in years past was, “Can I have the keys to the car?” (I know, I know, it’s supposed to be “May I”, but getting to drive was more important than grammar.) Every teenage boy longed for that moment when that question would be answered in the affirmative, and off he would drive, window down, arm out, proud as can be.
We didn’t get keys with the new car. We got a “Thingy.” You can just put it in your pocket and it knows what to do. As I approach the car, the Thingy talks to the car. It tells the car, “It’s OK, let him in” and the door unlocks when I touch it. Then the Thingy tells the car to let me start the engine, so that when I touch the “Start” button, the engine purrs to life, all one-point-five liters worth. It’s almost supernatural.
But now I think, “Hey, that concept is Biblical.” In Romans, chapter eight Paul writes:
“The Spirit himself bears witness with our spirit
that we are children of God…”
Romans 8:16 (ESV)
The Holy Spirit, who I cannot see, communicates with my spirit, which is also invisible to me. The Holy Spirit tells my spirit, “It’s OK, you are God’s adopted child. You’re not alone, the doors of heaven are open to you, you are welcome here.” I don’t need a key to heavens’ door, the Thingy is already inside me. Thank you Jesus, my Savior;! Thank you God my Father! Thank you Spirit, my Comforter and Guide!