Living in the rural Great White North, we’re used to dealing with snow. A lot of snow. Snow that piles up, especially at intersections. This is, coincidently, one of the reasons so many northerners drive pick-up trucks. Large pick-up trucks, with 4-wheel drive, over-sized tires, and lift kits. It’s how we see over the snowbanks.
What we don’t see, at least not until the last moment, are those little Smart Cars. You know the type I’m talking about. They come in all sorts of non-truck colors like purple and chartreuse. What is chartreuse anyway? Smart Cars are shaped roughly like an aphid and are about the same size. Like an aphid hides under a garden leaf, these tiny cars hide behind snow banks.
Driving through town, where there are plenty of snowbanks and far too many Smart Cars, is a bit like playing a game of Whac-a-Mole. Remember Whac-a-Mole? That game where fuzzy little fake rodents popped up from random holes, and the player had to whack each one with a mallet back into its hole? Only with Smart Cars we play it in reverse. We try to avoid the whack.
I have nothing against Smart Cars *cough* in principle, but in the effort to save gas and the environment, we should not overlook the inherent danger to the population. People should have the proper tools for the job.
The proper tool for a Christian is the Bible. The way to avoid a lifetime of Whac-a-Mole – or even reverse Whac-a-Mole – is to equip yourself with the guidance of God’s Word. Train your reactions, ahead of time, for when something darts out from behind life’s snowbank directly into your path.
photo image is of the author’s own awesome truck parked in her driveway beside the snowbank – after – last week’s warm temperatures