God’s Word for Today: Roadkill
Ecclesiastes 7:16-18. Do not be overrighteous, neither be overwise, why destroy yourself? Do not be overwicked, and do not be a fool, why die before your time? It is good to grasp the one and not let go of the other. Whoever fears God will avoid all extremes.
Today’s photo tells its own little story. I don’t know if a bag of Hellmann’s Mayonnaise quite qualifies as roadkill, but stick with me on the story.
Yesterday, was time to go to the supermarket. I choose the one that was 12 blocks away because on Thursday’s, they have a great sale on pork. Typically, I shop at one of 2 supermarkets that are only 4 blocks away. What is an extra eight blocks anyway? I soon found out.
I purchased my pork, and a few other items. It was a simple 2 plastic bags of groceries. One bag had 5 kg of flour and one bag had close to 5 kg with the pork, potatoes, Tang, and the precious Hellmann’s Mayonnaise. I most wisely hung one bag from each of the motorcycle’s mirrors (good balance) and headed to the house.
Within the first couple of blocks, I noticed the plastic handles of the bags beginning to stretch. I had a brief thought that maybe I should actually support these bags because of the weight. But, wise thinking was quickly replaced by not so wise, laziness. After all, I had made this trip before with similar weight, the bags will be fine. This is probably where the 4 block factor versus the 12 block factor makes a difference.
At block eight, right after I turned a corner and was gaining momentum, left hand bag handles quit their job. Bag was released, contents were scattered.
My first concern was damage control. What survived, what didn’t. As I surveyed the damage while quickly returning to said spill, I was relieved to note all contents were OK. Pork was still in its own protective wrap, good. Potatoes, own bag, maybe bruised, but cooking them for lunch anyway, so good. Packages of Tang, probably landed as lightly as butterflies, good. Bag of Hellmann’s Mayonnaise, intact, good. Life was still good.
As I was within 2 meters of my prized possessions that were lying in the middle of the street, a taxi decided it needed to follow my path. This is when life went into slow motion. I tried to signal warning of precious cargo on road. Taxi swerved. Slightly. All items avoided. Except, the Hellmann’s. Why, another 20cm couldn’t have worked, I don’t know. I can still hear the squish, the explosion, the roadkill sounds of destruction.
For a brief moment, profanity wanted to be directed at the taxi driver. But, deep down, I knew it was my fault. I could have double bagged. I could have realized that in 4 blocks heavy bags survive, but 12 blocks are just too far. I could have done several things to prevent this minor disaster. It was not the taxi driver’s fault. It was mine.
So, next step, damage control. All items gathered and secured in what was left of the stretched beyond recognition plastic bag. Hellmann’s bag was going to be left behind. I had no choice. It is what it is.
The remaining 4 blocks gave me just enough time to wake up to reality. I could picture only ½ of the Hellmann’s splattered on the street. The rest remained in the back limits of the bag. I could actually make use of at least part of this roadkill.
Next step was a quick trip into the house. Secure a bag worthy of capturing remaining roadkill, return to the scene. Plans were good. I would have a story to tell while I was sharing a sandwich that had a good portion of Hellmann’s on it. Not. Upon my return, you can see the evidence in the photo. I believe every car in town decided to wreak havoc on the remaining Hellmann’s. My only use for the plastic bag was to help me to dispose of the roadkill. My sandwich was going to be on the dry side.
Today, know that throughout your life, you are going to have times similar to the bag of Hellmann’s. You are going to get ran over. Life is going to be painful. But, there is always going to be a part of you remaining that is useful. You can be recovered. You can heal. Life will be good again. But you say, “I seem to keep getting run over and over and over.” God’s verses today simply tell you, “If you are getting run over, maybe it is time you get off the road” …………
Prayer: Dear Lord the one whose knows the limit of extremes. Thank you for letting me choose my own road. Forgive me for taking the road that causes me to get ran over. Help me today to choose your road. The limits which will help me to survive. I am tired of the roadkill of this world. In Jesus’, whose was ran over by all of us so we could realize eternity, name I pray. Amen and amen.