Boy, Do I Want to Rebel
I do a lot of driving for my day job. That’s a lot of time spent between the lines. I drift, sure I do, and on rare occasions I sneak over the line. On rare occasions, mind you.
Most of my time on the road is spent minding the lines. Why? Serious stuff can happen if you cross them too much or cross them at an inopportune time. Lots can go wrong.
The lines are there to keep us and others safe.
But I’ll admit, sometimes I want to cross them. I do. And not only cross them, I want to jump off the road altogether and blaze my own trail.
The majority of my driving is in rural areas on roads that cut through farm land and orchards. Almost daily I have the urge to spin the wheel and go full throttle into one of those fields, plowing over corn stalks like toothpicks. I want to ignore those lines, abandon the road, and rebel.
But, alas, I refrain. There would certainly be consquences–both to my wallet and my car–for such behavior.
LIfe is a lot like that. At least mine is. I spend my life between the lines, between boundaries. Within those boundaries I’m free to roam, to swerve, to stop and go. But the lines are important, to cross them would mean to suffer consequences I’d rather not have to face.
The space between those lines is God’s will for my life. They are there to keep me and others safe, to keep me from getting myself in compromising situations, to keep me from making a fool of myself, to keep me from doing something I’ll later really regret.
But if I’m being honest I have to admit that daily I want to cross those lines. I want to rebel. I want to do my own thing. I want to abandon what I know to be right and good and pleasing to God and I want to hit those corn stalks going ninety and see what happens. It might be fun.
Most of the time I don’t. I refrain because I know there will be consequences. But occasionally I do cross those lines. I rebel. I go my own way. And yes, there are always consequences.
How do you feel about those lines? Do you ever want to rebel? Be honest now.