Cinco de Mayo Safety.

I barely stopped in time. But I did. I came close to hitting the car in front of me. But I didn't. The driver of the car didn't go when the light turned green. Instead, she got out of her car and walked toward the rear to see if I'd hit her. I hadn't, and I knew it. I had no doubt. Since I knew exactly what I hadn't done, I sat calmly in my car while she satisfied her mind with the knowledge that all was fine. Her suspicions were proven wrong. There is a metaphor, an allegory, a spiritual lesson here. I just know it. I suspect it has to do with grace. While the woman was looking at the non-existent damage, I sat smugly in my car, happy in knowing I had caused no harm. Did I have the right to congratulate myself? No. Clearly, I should have stopped sooner. I shouldn't have given the driver any cause for alarm or a suspicion of foul play on my part. To what, then, do I attribute that unoffensive episode, if not to my good driving? To grace. I attribute it to grace. Now for the allegorical meaning: I was confronted earlier this week by someone who denies the deity of Christ, and His bodily resurrection. I know better. Is that because of my superior intelligence? No. It is because of God's kind grace that I know the truth.