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Lazy, hazy days

Tuesday, March 5, 2002

Psalm 25:6-7
Remember, O Lord, your great mercy and love, for they are from of old.
Remember not the sins of my youth and my rebellious ways;
according to your love remember me, for you are good, O Lord.


We were in love, and there wasn't much to do on the summertime day except go to the park and kiss. Sunset came and went. We sat in the car, under the spreading trees, and ... well, we were talking, actually. The warm, growing darkness outside enveloped us. We cuddled and watched the sky.

A huge headlight swept over the back window, interrupting our conversation. It probed the car, finally fixing itself on our heads, stopping. The brilliant beam blinded us.

I was very angry. After a couple of minutes we began to pull away, and a police car swept around us. The police had no business bothering us like that, swooping in like a peeping-tom vulture, forcing us to move. Self-righteous indignation swept over me.

For the next hour or more, we followed that police car. Out of the park, through the country roads, into town. He tried to lose us once by cutting through an alley, but we found him again.

I was really enjoying this. We followed him back into the country toward the back of the fairgrounds. He stopped his car; I stopped ours. He walked back to us and asked me for my license.

He knew my dad, of course. He knew the owner of the car long before he saw my license. I think I might have said something to him about our privacy...

"What you were doing was illegal. I probably should have given you a ticket for being in the park after sunset," he said. "I would have if I'd known you were going to hassle me for the rest of the night. Now, get out of here."

My self-righteousness melted away. I had no idea there were rules about being in the park after dark. I certainly had no idea he was helping me out with his spotlight. But he was.

My girlfriend had been very patient with me (thanks, Nancy!) So had the policeman. So was my dad, by the way. Dad might remember the sins of his own youth, but he has forgiven me mine. Thanks, Dad!

Lord, not everything I've done is as easy to laugh about. Thank you for your forgiveness, and your forgetfulness. Teach me to be like you, Lord.



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