I needed to pray, so on the commute east on I-10 to my job in Tucson three years ago, I turned off the radio.
I was doing some serious talking to God, when to my surprise, red flashing lights appeared in my rearview mirror.
The highway patrol officer seemed ticked off before we even began our conversation.
“Ma’am, do you know why I stopped you?”
“You were going 88 in a 75-mph zone. How do you account for that?”
“Oh, sir, I’m sorry. I had turned the radio off, and I was praying. I guess I just wasn’t looking at the speed like I should have been.”
He marched back to his unit to make sure I wasn’t a wanted criminal.
He returned with a clipboard.
“Miz Allen, I am going to give you a warning this time. But I suggest that in the future if you can’t do your praying while keeping one eye on the speedometer, you do your praying somewhere else.”
“Oh, yes sir. Thank you, sir.”
I was shaking like my terrier does in a thunderstorm.
Judgment Day will rattle all the teeth out of my head. I hope I don’t need them in Heaven.
Thirteen miles over the speed limit?
I deserved a speeding ticket. I earned one. Instead, I received mercy.
Isn’t that like our lives? We are so sinful. We deserve punishment. We deserve Hell.
But Jesus stepped in and took an eternity of speeding tickets.
We receive mercy.
By the way, I learned if you want to pray in your car, there’s this new-fangled technology called “Cruise Control.”
Lorri Allen is news director for KYTX CBS19.