If I could own any car in the world, it would be a sparkly, brand new, purple Mercedes Vito with yellow mirrors and trimmings. This is the most irrational and senseless car for me to desire as I don’t have little children anymore, and the costs of fueling such a mahoosive car would be prohibitive.
Nevertheless, if money was no object, this would be my car. As irrational and pointless as that might be!
If your life were a car, what would it be? Now imagine handing Jesus the keys to your car and asking Him to drive you to your life’s destination.
Even now, the thought of handing anyone the keys to my beautiful, purple Vito gives me anxiety. It’s my baby, and I couldn’t bear the thought of letting anyone drive it!
But Jesus isn’t just anyone. For one, unlike most Uber drivers (or any ride hailing app drivers for that matter), Jesus doesn’t need a SatNav. He not only knows the destination, He knows the best and most scenic route, that would leave your soul satisfied and happy.
Many of us claim we have given over the keys to our life-cars to Jesus. Now imagine yourself in the passenger seat. What sort of passenger are you?
Are you barking commands at Jesus, telling him where to turn to and which route to take? Do you argue with him? Are you impatient if the journey is too slow, too fast, or you find yourself in traffic? Worse still do you try to wrestle the wheel off him, or do you even stop the car and ask Him to trade places with you as you consider yourself to be the better driver?
In my Vito, is Jesus in the driving seat, the passenger seat, the first row, the second row, or even in the boot? š«£
Who holds the keys to the car of your life? š
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