A few days ago, during an Indy Car race, a driver hit the wall. Debris from his wreck slammed into the head of another driver. At the age of 37, Justin Wilson lost his life due to someone else’s trouble.
It wasn’t even his crash, but he suffered for it.
My mind turned to other kinds of wrecks. My mother must have crashed early on in life. I didn’t witness the wreck, but I lived with the debris flying at me. At a young age, I learned to just stay off her track if possible. When I was required to be in her presence, I kept my head down. There were no helmets to protect me from her sharp tongue.
That scenario was equivalent to a wreck for me. As I grew older … married … had children … I flung debris everywhere. It wasn’t my children’s crash, but they suffered for it.
I stepped outside the routine of my life and took a look at the person I was. It was not a pretty sight. And so began my reprogramming. It didn’t happen overnight. God was very patient with me. But I fling far less debris these days.
I know wives and mothers who have crashed and burned many times. The debris just keeps flying. Yet they continue to zoom on down the track, seemingly unaware of the disasters they are causing behind them.
It’s hard to watch.
“…..everything—and I do mean everything—connected with that old way of life has to go. It’s rotten through and through. Get rid of it! And then take on an entirely new way of life—a God-fashioned life, a life renewed from the inside and working itself into your conduct as God accurately reproduces his character in you.” Ephesians 4:22-24 (MSG)