SOMETIMES, IT DOESN’T HURT TO GET CAUGHT
We may not all share the experience portrayed in this story, especially if you’ve never been pulled over by the police for speeding, but the principle involved can be applied to many other incidents. So look for the moral in this story and I’m sure it will touch your heart.
It is told by a man named Jack, who took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down He was going 73 mph in a 55 mph zone. This was the fourth time in as many months. How could a guy keep getting caught so often?
When his car slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but only partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe some other car will clip his backside with its mirror. The cop stepped out of his car with a big writing pad in his hand. Then Jack realized it was State Trooper Bob. Bob, from his Church?
Jack sunk down into his seat. This was worse than getting the ticket. A Christian cop catching a guy from his own church. A guy who happened to be a little too eager to get home after a long day at the office. A guy he would be playing golf with tomorrow.
Jumping out of the car, Jack approached the friend he saw every Sunday, a man he’d never seen in uniform before. “Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this.” “Hello, Jack,” Bob replied with no smile. “Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to get home to see my wife and kids,” Jack replied. “Yeah, I guess so, said Trooper Bob.” His policeman friend Bob seemed a little uncertain. “That’s good,” Bob mumbled. “I’ve seen some long days at the office lately, said Jack. I’m afraid I bent the rules a little bit – but just at the wrong time.”
Bob toed at a pebble on the pavement. “My wife Diane said something about our having roast beef and potatoes together tonight. Know what we mean?” “I know what you mean,” Jack nodded his head up and down. I also know that you have a reputation in the for being a tough trooper.” Oh my Lord, thought Jack, this is not going in the right direction. Time to change the subject.
“What speed did you clock me at, officer Bob?” “Seventy,” replied Bob. And would you do me a favor, Jack, and get back into your car, please?” “Now wait a minute, snapped Jack. I checked my speed as soon as I saw you. I was barely nudging 65 mph.” Telling this lie seemed to come so easy for Jack with every ticket he got. “Please Jack,” said Trooper Bob in a stern voice, “please get back in your car.”
Flustered, Jack squeezed himself through the slightly open door. Slamming it shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open the window. The minutes ticked by. State Trooper Bob scribbled away on the pad. Why hadn’t he asked for a driver’s license, thought Jack? Whatever the reason, it would be a lot Sundays before Jack would ever sit near this cop in church again. A tap on the window jerked his head to the left. there was policeman Bob, a folded paper in hand. Jack rolled down the window a mere two inches, just enough room for officer Bob to pass him the slip.
“Thanks a lot.” Jack sneered, as he rolled the window back up with anger. Bob returned to his police car without saying a word. Jack watched his retreat in the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper to see how much this foolish stunt was going to cost him. Wait a minute! What was this? Some kind of joke? It’s certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:
“Dear Brother Jack, Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when she got killed by a car. You guessed it – a speeding driver. A fine and three months in jail, and the man was then let go. Free to go home and hug his other daughters. All three of them. I only had one, and I’m going to have to wait until Heaven before I can ever hug her again. A thousand times I’ve tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I thought I had. Maybe I did, but I needed to do it again. Even now. Pray for me. And be careful, Jack, my one son is all I have left.” Signed, Brother Bob.
Jack looked at his side-view mirror just in time to see Trooper Bob’s car pull away and head down the highway. Jack watched silently until it disappeared. It took a full 15 minutes of thinking before Jack was finally able to pull away and drive home at the speed limit while praying for forgiveness. When he got home, he hugged a surprised wife and kids after he walked through the door.
Lots of times we forget that when anyone, be it a stranger, acquaintance, or even a close friend has a job to do, they must follow the rules. They cannot be partial just because of familiarity. That not only involves those in law enforcement but also in Gospel reinforcement. So the next time you hear your pastor or some evangelist call out a particular wrongdoing that a fellow believer you know did that violated God’s Holy Word, remember this story. There’s no reason for them to get angry with the Holy Spirit because they got caught and He is sending them a message. Remember, there are many of God’s children who were not only hurt but was lost because of the same activity they are now feeling guilty about. God will never give out a ticket or fine for breaking His Word and Will, but He will certainly send a warning to keep any of His children out of Satan’s hands. – Dr. Robert R. Seyda