People make decisions every day - some major, some minor - and there are consequences and responses by others to each one. I made a major one about a month ago, and while the jury is still out on any consequences, the responses by others has been surprising to say the least.
I had taken my pick-up into town to have a Banks electronic "Speed Brake" installed. It is sort of like an electric Jake Brake to slow the truck and trailer down while descending steep grades without overheating the brakes. Jeri was then going to drop me off at the church for the weekly Tuesday men's prayer lunch with our pastor. As we drove down the main street of town we passed by Goss Motors, our local GM dealer. I always look and see what they have sitting out on display. Well, unfortunately, on that day they had this bright yellow Camaro SS on display with a sale price on it. Long story made short, a week later Jeri and I were picking it up.
It was an agonizing week going over all the reasons why not to buy and only one reason to buy it: it is a flat out fun car to drive! I am very conscious of my image in the church and community, having held various positions in the church, including several terms as deacon. Some of you will laugh at that image statement since my life long theme song has been "What you see is what you get". I did not want to come off as some old codger trying to relive his youth, or having a mid-life crisis, or trying to fill out his bucket list. What it came down to was I was tired of driving a 14 year old Bonneville, and nothing else out there excited me that I could afford.
So I prepared myself for the expected comments about my mid-life crisis or trying to be a kid again, which I did receive a few. But what followed in the past few weeks has really taken me aback. I have become the envy of every kid in town who has seen the Transformer movies (of which Jeri and I have not) and a lot of men and women who love the adrenalin flow of fast sport cars. It started two days after we got the car when we were driving through Island City on our way to Boise to show the car to our kids, Andy and Kris. There were these three kids about eight to ten years old walking along the street, and the middle kid's jaw dropped wide open, his eyes got as big as hub caps, as he locked on to us as we drove by. The next Sunday a lady came up to me in church and asked if the rumor was true that I owned the yellow car out front. I sheepishly answered yes, and she stated that every kid in the youth group was drooling over that car. I hear small kids point and yell out "Bumble Bee, Bumble Bee" as I drive by, which I understand was the name of the car in the movie. I've seen several guys almost get whip lash from quickly looking around as I drive by. I had a state trooper wave at me as he went by in pursuit of an SUV doing 80 or so in a 65 zone. If I was 40 years younger it would be a chick magnet.
In a town of 13,000 and a county of 25,000, there is not another car like it. I don't think there are a half a dozen yellow cars in the whole county. In a land of silver, gray and white vehicles with a scattering of blue, green and maroon and an occasional red, a yellow car with black racing strips realllllly stands out. There can be 150 cars at the local Wal-mart and that yellow Camaro stands out like a search light on a dark night, which will be really handy when dementia sets in and I have trouble remembering where I parked it.
And, yes, the highway patrol can see it a mile away and it looks like it is going faster than it is, and I know that, which keeps me from putting the pedal to the metal. Oh, I might have tasted the adrenalin flow and G forces from 400 horse power pinning you into the seat going from zero to something well over the speed limit and back to zero in less time than it took to write this sentence - on a remote county road - once or----- well we'll just leave it at that.
It also tempers me to know that before long, if not already, most will know who owns the only yellow Camaro in the county. Therefore if I do anything out of the ordinary, I will surely hear about it. Besides, one of the Sheriff deputies lives up the road, several of my friends are retired Oregon State Police, and one has two sons who are stationed with the OSP in La Grande. It appears I have lots of big and little brothers watching me.
This has caused me to think about my Christian walk in the community as well as that of my fellow Christians. As followers and servants of Christ, our lives should stand out like a yellow Camaro, yet few of us do. Our life style should stand out and be as desirable as that yellow sports car, that others would hunger for, stop us on the street and ask how they might attain the joy and peace of mind that we have in our awesome God. Our witness and testimony, our truthfulness and integrity should be so apparent that no one should ever have to question whether we are Christians. We have such a mission field right in our own neighborhoods and communities, so many fields ripe for harvesting, so few workers willing to harvest.
"You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden; nor does anyone light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on the lamp stand, and it gives light to all who are in the house. Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven." Matthew 5:14-16