I was driving across town a couple of weeks ago.  It was a bright sunny day.  The air was warm (maybe even hot).  It was one of those afternoons when there are a ton of people out even though it’s a work day.  There were people on the sidewalks, out in their yards, playing at the pools.  They were everywhere.

So, I’m driving and suddenly the cars in front of me are slowing down and stopping.  It wasn’t a corner and I didn’t see any lights ahead of me.  So, I wasn’t sure what was going on until I saw them.  There were four of them.  They each had on a pair of shorts and a tank top but more to the point they weren’t in any hurry to get where they were going.  They also felt a compulsion to stare at the cars that were having to slow and stop.  Though I couldn’t hear any words coming out of their mouth (at least initially) their stares said plenty.

A car a couple ahead of me gave a short beep on her horn.  I’m sure she wasn’t looking for any trouble.  Most Senior ladies seldom are, you know?  Anyway, you would have thought she had threatened these guy’s lives.  As soon as the horn sounded they started yelling and making gestures and pointing at themselves as if to say, “You don’t want to mess with us!”

My initial response to all of this was, “Are you kidding me?  Is that really necessary?  Can’t we cooperate with one another without it becoming a test of toughness?”  Then I got to thinking about some of my own immaturity.  Some of those moments when I make selfish decisions (i.e. walking across the street expecting the world to stop for me) and I think it proves my toughness, or my strength, or my capacity to live of my own accord.  I’ll bet that looks just as ridiculous in the eyes of God as those “tough guys” did to me.

Anyone else ever had one of those moments of spiritual recognition?  What happened?  What did you learn?