Here’s the song reference.
Yesterday morning found us headed over to Deedaw’s to spend a little time with her and with Nephew, who was keeping her company for the day. We were having a little sing-along in the van when we approached an intersection, at which I thought it prudent to stop before turning right, since there was a truck of impressive size and weight barreling down the road, its driver apparently unaware of or unimpressed by the speed limit for the road. This caused our rousing chorus of “There Was a Little Rooster” to be punctuated by loud bursts of honking from the individual in the car behind us. When the truck passed us and the lane was clear for us to make our turn, that car’s driver revved the engine to an impressive volume before zipping around our poor, lumbering Fran the Van and coming back into our lane at a closeness which gave me sure knowledge the anti-lock brakes on said benighted van are, in fact, in proper working order.
Sarcastically, I snapped, “Well, buddy, I hope you get where you’re going,” and started to mutter a few more choice words under my breath, when I heard Bugaboo’s voice, full of concern, from the back seat, pipe up, “Yeah. He must really be in a hurry. I hope everything is okay. It looks like he has an emergency.”
I shut my mouth, and, had the task at hand not required my eyes to remain focused on the road, I would have looked at my feet. In my head, I had already convicted both the truck driver and the Camaro driver of reckless disregard for public safety, selfishness, arrogance, and quite the host of other unattractive things. From an objective standpoint, their conduct on the road certainly violated a couple of traffic laws, and it was not inappropriate for me to make note of the breaches, but I had imputed quite a few motives to both of them that were not within my power to truly discern. What if one, or both, of them, really did have an emergency? What if they were distracted by some bad news they’d received that morning?
What if someone decided to assess my character on the basis of one bad decision or moment of inattention behind the wheel when I was having a bad day? What if no one offered me the benefit of the doubt, or a prayer?
After turning down the volume on the music, I thanked my little girl for her lesson. “You know, Bugaboo, you’re right. Do you think we should take a minute and say a prayer for that man, a prayer that he gets to where he’s going safely?”
“Uh-huh. Because he was going really fast. We need to pray he doesn’t have an accident.”
“Good call, Bugaboo. Let’s do that. Praying hands, everyone. Let’s pray for that man, for whoever he’s going to see, and for the other drivers on the road, that all those people get safely to someone who loves them.”
Today’s prayer: Lord, thank You for the bounty of teachers You’ve given me over the years, particularly for Your blessings, whose innocence leads them to love their neighbors in the face of conduct that tries their parents’ charity and faith. Please convert my heart so that when I see reckless behavior, my first impulse is to pray instead of curse, and help me teach Your blessings to offer help instead of condemnation, as You taught. Please open my eyes to the danger my own sins cause to those around me, whether that danger is physical or spiritual, and mold me into a better steward of all Your gifts. Help me teach Your blessings that I will lead no one to You by hurling angry invective out a car window, but I might just chase someone away if that person perceives this is how Your children treat one another.