When I was a child, I amassed a sizable collection of Hot Wheels. Birthday and Christmas gifts brought a challenge course, race tracks and a special case to organize all my vehicles. Before Atari and Cable television existed, I spent many rainy days racing cars inside. Since most parents couldn’t afford a new car, Hot Wheels were a marketing tool to introduce children to sports cars.
And have put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge after the image of its creator, Colossians 3:10.
Although many of my friends became obsessed with automobiles in my teenage years, my dad’s background as an immigrant to this country kept me grounded. This upbringing ingrained in me an ability to be thankful for what I had. However, I did have a wealthy neighbor whose parents always brought their son the latest and greatest electronic devices. When these gifts were flaunted in front of me, I was jealous of his families wealth. Yet, you can’t buy love as toys are just an earthly possessions.
Do all things without grumbling or questioning, that you may be blameless and innocent, children of God without blemish in the midst of a crooked and twisted generation, among whom you shine as lights in the world, Philippians 2:14-15.
During my last winter break in college, I got into an argument with my parents. Like a typical adolescent, I stormed out of the house to blow off some steam. On the way to my friend Dave’s house, I got into a fender bender, hitting the car in front of me. This situation could of have been worse, but the man that I hit didn’t care about fixing his old car. Despite receiving a ticket for reckless driving, the words of this man struck a nerve in my heart by saying, “it’s only a car.”
And whatever you do, in word or deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him, Colossians 3:17.
A few years later I was on my way to work in Chicago when a flock of geese starting walking across the road. As I slowed down, the lady behind wasn’t paying attention, skidding and ramming into my back bumper. Since my vehicle was approaching the 200,000 mile mark, I remembered the words of the good Samaritan from Delaware. Paying it forward, I passed on the same message to this young woman, “don’t worry about it, it’s only a car.”
by Jay Mankus