I’m Going to Stop This Car!!!

Nothing makes the trip to see the in-laws more enjoyable than having World War III break out in the back seat of the car along the way. Whether it’s “he looked at me,” or “stop touching me,” or “I had it / saw it / licked it first,” or the always popular territorial disputes, something about seat-belted confinement brings out the worst in siblings. My children have done it, just like my brothers and I did when we were younger. Dad’s blood pressure begins to rise in direct proportion to the pitch of the screams, yells and cries coming from his offspring until normally laid-back Dad, unable to bear it any longer, hollers back, “If you don’t start getting along I’m going to stop this car!” Yeah, I’ve been there. Maybe you have too.

Do you ever wonder if God feels the same way when we, even as adults, have our own little squabbles? Surely some of what seems to separate us at times must seem so inconsequential to the Creator of the universe. We may not be fighting over who poked whom, or who took the last Skittle, but we can find some pretty silly reasons to not get along with others in our family, at work, at church or neighbors (“I can’t believe they always park that car so I can hardly get in my driveway!”) Yeah, I’ve been there too.

Paul’s instruction in his letter to the church at Colosse is to get along with each other and forgive. Apparently it’s a common problem because he instructed the Ephesian church in the same way, and it still seems pretty relevant today too. But what about when the offenses aren’t quite so petty; what about when someone tells lies about you, or takes credit for your project at work, or ruins your credit or threatens your child? How do we forgive then? I think the answer is a few verses earlier when Paul exhorts us to “Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things.” (v.2)

Back to the car. A little over a year ago after avoiding the idea of becoming mini-van owners for over a year because we were just way too cool for that, my wife and I broke down and bought a big, glorious white one. On our first family trip in the van an amazing thing happened. There was no fighting; there were no tears. The children’s attention was focused on a movie playing on the little LCD screen above them. I nearly wept as I listened to the…nothing…and realized my wife and I could once again have a long, meaningful, uninterrupted conversation in the car as we rolled down the road (if only she were still awake). When the children in the rear of the vehicle stopped focusing on themselves and their discomfort or displeasure and stopped focusing on each other, they magically started getting along. Even laughing at times.

Maybe we all would do well to keep our focus a little higher—God’s grace, love, compassion, mercy, forgiveness—when we begin to get a little restless with the other passengers with us on this journey to heaven.