I have mentioned on ocassions that The Lord saved me at the age of 12. That was almost 50 years ago. Wow, a half century. How time flies. Anyway, most of my life I have lived consistently for The Lord and been involved in ministry. But in my younger days, particularly teenage years, I was an erratic young Christian. I was kinda ornery. Not mean, or a thief, or drug user, but I enjoyed drinking beer on Friday nights with my friends and I loved nice fast cars.
This incident happened when I was 17. At the time I had my drivers license suspended in 2 states, Oklahoma and Kansas. My foot was kinda heavy, and I loved to drag race.This was in the 1960s before computers and you could by with multiple state licenses. At the time, my friend and I were on our way to a rodeo in Pawhuska, Oklahoma. That was about 50 miles away. Instead of taking my pickup and trailer with horses I was driving my 1957 Chevy Nomad. This Nomad had a souped up engine with a 4 speed manual transmission and was very fast. Our mission that night was to pickup a couple of girls.
Since we were under age we stopped in Bartlesville, Ok. where we knew we could buy a case of beer from a particular store. We had purchased the beer and was going through town and I just happened to be speeding a little. A policeman happened to be near and had me on radar. He rapidly came in behind me with red lights flashing. Since I was unlicensed, under age with beer, there was but one thing for me to do in my juvenile thinking. OUTRUN HIM!!!!!
I down shifted my little Nomad and tires were smoking. I happened to know the back roads out of town and was planning on hitting the back country roads. I had pulled away from him by about a half a mile never thinking about police radios. After a couple of miles a road block was set up in front of me as well as police behind me with no escape. I pulled over and stopped and within minutes I was in the back seat of the police car headed for jail. They let my friend leave with my car and go home minus the case of beer.
After arriving at police headquarters I wasn’t booked into jail. They sat me in a room for 30 minutes or so by myself. They had run checks on me and knew my license was suspended. They had several charges against me.
The officer said ” how much money do you have on you cowboy”? I pulled my small wad out and counted $77. He told me that if he dropped one of the charges the tickets would cost $75. He was willing to give me a break. I handed him all of my money and the officer actually pulled out a $5 bill and said “I hate seeing a guy broke on Friday night, now get out of here!!!”
I’m sure the money probably never hit the city coffers, my parents were never notified, and it never was reported to the State for points against my suspended license. Such were the days when I was a young dumb kid.
But the mercy of God was with me even in my rebellion. I have told this story several times over the years! Not bragging, but illustrating stupidity. The Lord God has taught me many lessons through my dumbness and sinfulness. And He has moulded me into the person I am today through them.
David penned this in Psalm 145:8
“The LORD is gracious and merciful,
slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love”
His mercy endureth forever. Let’s never forget this.
Until next time, Lord willing