As a car ages, there are certain subtle signs which convey a vehicle on its last legs. Driveways become stained with oil, unusual noises will surface and acceleration pauses just a bit before finally kicking in. Although modes of transportation can be lemons, there are plenty of what people call “old reliable” which get you where you need to go. However, traces of decay should serve as a warning that it may be time to move on.
By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread, till you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken; for you are dust, and to dust you shall return, Genesis 3:19.
Meanwhile, human beings possess there own signals that they are about to breakdown. Frustration, irritations and unhappy faces can be like taking a look under the hood. While individuals can put on fake smiles, inside bitterness can erupt into a raging inferno. On the other side of the spectrum, discontentment cause many to lose that loving feeling for life, slipping into periods of depression, despondence or isolation. As these stages approach, intervention is essential before traces of decay turn into reality.
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away, Revelation 21:4.
As for me, I find myself taking on a new persona when I get into my car. Suddenly, I become perfect and all the drivers around me are idiots. My commentary is relentless, lasting throughout my travels. This self seeking nature is fueled by a desire to get home, abandoning the rules of the road like a politician during an election year. Recently, these traces of decay have come to my attention, one of many stains of sin within my heart. If you too are feeling like you’re going down the wrong road, may the Holy Spirit serve as a pit crew, cleaning up the messes you have made, one sin at a time.
by Jay Mankus