There is nothing like having your three-year-old son convict you.
We were sitting at a red light…not really in a hurry, but I’m just not a big fan of sitting at red light. Who is? If you are, you’re a sick person and need to seek help.
Anyways…we were sitting at the red light waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Finally the other light turned yellow.
“Finally, we can go.”
But just as the other light turned yellow, an ambulance came around the corner, lights and siren going, and used its super-power light changer thingy (I believe that’s the actual name). I have found out that some states don’t have the SPLCT so let me explain. When a police officer or ambulance have an emergency, they have a remote in their vehicle that they can push so they get the green light. Helps cut down on accidents in intersections. The only problem with those is that it completely screws up the light rotation.
So, back to the story…
The ambulance used its SPLCT and gave itself the green light. The problem is that by giving itself the green light meant that it skipped ahead in the rotation and skipped MY green light. So now, I’ve got to sit again through the entire stoplight rotation. Not cool ambulance, not cool.
While I was sitting there silently, wondering how much the fine would be to run a red light, I heard the voice of my three-year-old behind me.
“Dear Jesus, I pray for the ambulance and the people inside. In Jesus name we pray, amen.”
You want to talk about guilt? I felt like I had just been punched in the face by a three-year-old. Here I was concerned about ME and MY time, and how this stupid ambulance was making me wait and extra four minutes. Meanwhile, what was going on inside the ambulance? Was someone dying? Was someone having a stroke or a heart attack?
Psalms 119: 35-36 says:
“Direct me in the path of your commands, for there I find delight. Turn my heart toward your statutes and not toward selfish gain.”
As I found out, sometimes I’m in so much of a hurry, that I don’t even realize I’m being selfish. It’s moments like that when I sometimes have to physically stop and say, ‘Whoa, I’m sorry God’. And isn’t funny how God can use children sometimes to point out our adult flaws. Sometimes, we need to see the world from more innocent eyes. Sometimes we need to be convicted by toddlers.
AUTHOR NOTE: I really hope that ambulance driver wasn’t just trying to get to McDonalds quicker, because that would kind of ruin the whole story!