When we still lived in Minnesota some years back I wrote this story about my truck and me. Since being in SoCal I’ve graduated to a white truck and it’s now a GMC… but otherwise, I’m still on the journey.
I drive around in an old gray truck. It’s a Ford... but that’s beside the point. Sometimes I feel very good about the old thing. In spite of it being a 1980 model, it’s pretty sound. Its steering is nice and tight, its exhaust system is quiet, the engine doesn’t use much oil, it has plenty of power, the acceleration is good (sometimes too good), the brakes respond well, and the body is really in pretty decent condition, too. All in all, it gets me from Point A to Point B quite dependably and even sometimes to Point C. What’s more, it’s paid for! And that’s worth a lot.
At other times, however, I seem to notice my truck’s every mutter. It creaks and groans its way along--sometimes stopping at inopportune intersections and in untimely ways. One day it sputtered to a halt way out in the country and I had to impose upon an understanding friend to tow me off the road. And it uses gas galore! It takes a lot just to keep the needle off “E.” And, oh yes, the paint is bubbling a bit and I see some rust here and there. Sometimes I have a hard time looking past all these faults.
But then I need to remember that in spite of its problems, the old truck is fine. It was manufactured by a good company, and whenever it does need new parts and corrections, there are many good mechanics around to apply the new parts to the old problems. So, as long as it doesn’t give up on me, I won’t give up on my old gray truck.
Then one time as I was bouncing along within these gray confines, I thought about how much my truck is like me. Not that I’m old and gray, but that I too have my strengths and my not-so-strengths. Sometimes my faults seem glaring and I wonder if I’ll ever get over them. I lose patience with myself and my lack of progress. I long to consistently function according to my Manufacturer’s design. But I don’t. I lose patience when I should be longsuffering. I get angry when I should be calm. I worry when I should be trusting. And I work when I should pray.
But then I remember my Manufacturer, and I remember how much thought and attention He gave both to my creation in the first place, and to my re-creation in the second place. Even before my birth He designed my specific characteristics in perfect accordance to His plan for my life. My failures, of course, are not His fault, but my fixing is. He took upon Himself my sin so that I might take upon myself His righteousness.
There is hope, not only for the distant future, but for the very present as well! Because of His creative work, my old ways can give in to His new ways. I can be more longsuffering, I can be more calm, I can worry less, and I can pray more. So while there remain many more parts in me that need correction, I am encouraged by my Manufacturer’s ability to apply His parts to my problems. And I know that as long as I don’t give up on Him, He will not give up on me.
It’s the same for you. Whenever you feel discouraged and the truck of your life seems old and gray, just remember that Jesus Christ is the Manufacturer. He has made you perfectly, but sin has made you otherwise. His recall on your truck is unique. He’ll take you back at any time for any problem, and He’ll do it because it’s your fault! Why not give Him a call today?