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A Tailgater Story - - by Rev. Weldon Bares

I hate to admit this, but someone who tailgates me in his vehicle has a way of really irritating me. Some time ago I was being severely tailgated by a black pickup truck with very loud mufflers. I was going the speed limit, but obviously, it was not fast enough for my tailgater, who seemed to be only inches away from my back bumper.

At the first opportunity, he zoomed around me. I think I perceived a sneer in my direction. I definitely perceived something. He then tailgated the car in front of me and zoomed past it.

Then it happened. It was justice like I have rarely seen it before. A policeman was on the side of the road. He flicked on his blue lights and pulled over the tailgater.

I tried my best to NOT look too smug as I drove past the black truck being ticketed by the police officer.

Later that evening I thought to myself, “You know, that guy really got what he deserved. Maybe it will slow him down a little bit.”

But then God’s Spirit spoke to me and I thought - - thank goodness that I don’t always get what I deserve, that’s for sure. Some day I will stand before God in judgment. On that day, I hope I don’t get justice. I am praying for mercy.

Jesus told a wonderful parable about a sinner who knelt in the Temple and prayed, “God be merciful to me, a sinner.” (Luke 18:13) I don't know about you, but that is certainly my prayer.

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