Lent, Feb. 27, 2016

I'm a halfway decent driver most of the time; I obey the speed limit, try to avoid tailgating, and stay in my own lane. But I sometimes think of the occasions when I wasn't a good driver, when due to tiredness or brief inattentiveness, I do something stupid and disaster is narrowly averted. I've been known to nod off at the wheel (at least once swerving across the opposite lane and almost into a ditch); at least twice, I have forgotten to turn my lights on at night until someone blinked their lights at me; I have a tendency to rush yellow lights, and sometimes I only come to a rolling stop at stop signs. And I'm sure there are other times I've made dangerous mistakes. Yet when someone else makes a narrowly averted dangerous mistake, such as pulling out in front of me, I tend to get angry.

Tonight, I came across the following anonymous poem as I was trying to find something for my Lent post. It kind of put things in perspective.

Prayers for Strangers

Yesterday I didn’t drive well;
I made a bad mistake.
Thank you God for the stranger
Whose foot slammed on his brake.
All day today I prayed for him,
As I prayed for many more
Who were quick-thinking at the wheel
And saved my life before.

There’s no other gift to give
To a stranger you don’t meet
Than to offer prayers for him
And lay them at God’s feet.

So every time I think about
Some driver who was skilled
And managed to undo a threat
That could have been fulfilled,
I say another prayer
For those strangers I don’t know
Who were wide awake and ready
When I was dim and slow.


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