Being the daddy-driving-sinner
Ten minutes had passed since I’d finished reading my son a book about human dignity. We were in the car, headed to the swimming pool.
The guy in front pulls out dangerously, causing me to apply the brakes. As I overtake, he straddles both lanes. So I respond as is expected of any city-centre driver.
‘Daddy beep!’ Josiah pipes up from the back, excited to hear the horn. There’s nothing like a toddler to recognise their parents’ sin.
Living on a central estate in Birmingham, road-rage is normal. We take corners like Hamilton, see the speed limit as a guide, and ‘get the most’ out of our cars.
And if anyone gets in our way? We’ll fly off the handle. But only on the roads. Get into Tesco and whoever’s holding up the queue is met with strained smiles and watch-glances.
Why the difference?
Cars provide a safe-space for our sin. I can shout at someone without the threat of violent consequences. I can beep repeated times and then drive off without anyone seeing.
Unless, of course, your kids are in the back. Or unless there exists an all-knowing, all-seeing God.
It was a good opportunity to explain to Josiah that daddy’s a sinner in need of grace. But I wasn’t expecting, over the next week, to hear that theologically-true verdict each morning.
But he’s right. No part of our lives escapes the presence of sin (Romans 6:12) – or the will of God to be holy (1 Peter 1:15).
The Bible obviously doesn’t speak about driving. But it does say:
‘So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.’ 1 Corinthians 10:31
And this includes driving – one more opportunity to love the people around me and to honour the King who bought me at a price (1 Corinthians 6:20).