This is ME in the driver's seat
circa 1988(?)
with my copilot Katie.
(Another dumped dog in the country)
How 'bout those sunglasses?
I'm sure I thought they were quite stylish at the time.
This car was one of my favorites,
a 1986 Chrysler LeBaron convertible.
My 1st brand new car.
I ordered it between Christmas and New Year's Eve 1985.
(Note to self - one should not go car shopping immediately after the man you were going to marry, dumps you breaks up with you, on Christmas day.)
As it turned out, it was a good purchase.
I loved driving this car.
It was fun to drive (had a turbo engine),
a good sound system to listen
to REO Speedwagon and Cheap Trick
(of course I had to plug the Illinois
homegrown bands),
it made me smile,
the wind blowing in my hair was freeing,
and I shared by letting
several of my friends
borrow it for special get away weekends.
This was the time when I felt I was in control of my life,
but I really wasn't.
As I have learned since,
and was reminded again on Sunday,
God is in control.
He is the one that should be driving.
I should let him drive,
ALL the time.
~
I still have to work on that........
because I love to drive.
Fr. Bruce is our newest parish priest. During his homily on Sunday, he said it is hard to be a Christian these days and follow Jesus. The world makes it hard on us. Before he went into the seminary, he felt the calling but kept suppressing it. He wanted to be in control and be in the driver's seat. He knew as soon as Jesus got in the driver's seat, he would take the next exit to the seminary. Sure enough.... that is what happened.
The Gospel comes to life so much more when the priest takes his own life experiences of today and relates them to the Bible. It is so much more meaningful to me. Tuesday night and I still remember most of his homily. That is a good sign. I'm glad Fr. Bruce let Jesus drive.












