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8Do a convoy 84
9Again, again, again! 95
Epilogue: Quit blowing your horn
plus some last-minute advice 105
You’re all alone and back to where you once were—in the driver’s
seat. You grip the steering wheel tight as you return to being your
own driver and navigator.
Scrap the map. Shun the signs. “Whatever, wherever” just
became the new order of the day.
The engine screams. Mercury rises. Car’s starting to heat up but
who cares? You go for breakneck speed even as you miss one turn,
and then pass another. So you keep on racing towards the direction
of nowhere in particular. To quick-fix the error, you make an ill-
advised left turn. Then you follow it with another three more. You’re
wondering, “Did four left turns make things right?”
You step on the brake. The front wheels screech as you pull
over. Gas gauge reads near empty. Engine heat-check says way
beyond over. Left headlamp’s dead. When you pop up the hood,
steam and smoke burst out as the engine hisses. One smoking
machine is all you’ve got. The car is busted, and so are you. To make
matters worse, you find yourself stuck in the middle of nowhere.
Pause for a moment and think. How did you get here? One
H
minute you’re traveling the right road, letting the Good Driver take
you where He wants you to go, the next minute you’re all alone in
the car and officially lost!
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up, I felt the lull was more than I could handle. Impatient me made
a quick right, which turned out to be a wrong turn. The result: I had
to park at the wrong side. From Oakwood, I had to go for a long
walk to reach our meeting place.
And so I walked.
When I finally got there, the party had just ended. When I
suggested we have coffee, my friends relented. And so we hung out
and had coffee until the break of dawn.
At 3 am, while we were enjoying our frapuccinos and mochaccinos,
the guards barged into the scene without warning. Sirens screamed.
We had to leave immediately.
The fastest way to my parking slot was via a hitch. I rode with
my pals to get to the building’s other wing. On the way, I saw tanks
and army trucks filling up the streets. Soldiers lined up left and
right. From the way it looked, a war was waiting to happen.
We finally reached the square where I left my car. While
attempting to make for the entrance, somebody fired a gun. A man,
shot in the leg, dropped. Somebody shouted, “Do not enter!”
Quickly, soldiers with red armbands started barricading the
open parking lot. Bombs, they said, surrounded the whole area.
It was not too long before the situation
Quickly, soldiers with red became too hot to handle. The best
armbands start barricading choice was safety first. A friend’s
the open parking lot. condo located nearby proved to be
the perfect hiding place.
Inside the condominium unit, my eyes stayed glued to the TV
screen. All local channels were reporting on the Oakwood Mutiny.
Apparently, 300-plus soldiers were staging a mini-revolt against the
government.
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Clock read 6 am. Broadcast revealed that the negotiation between the
government and the unhappy soldiers was at a standstill. The bomb
threat was announced. If a settlement would not be reached, the
soldiers threatened to push the button and detonate the explosives.
If they pushed the button, I’d also have to kiss my car “Chill”
goodbye.
“Oh no! Not like this!”
I was not about to let another car fry. Besides, who wants to
have “Frying cars” as a hobby? Not me!
“Hang in there, Chill. I’m coming to get you.”
After a quick cab ride and some walking, I finally reached the
entrance of the car park to face one of the greatest scares of my life.
When I got there, a soldier “welcomed” me.
“What do you want, Boy?”
“My car, S-sir.”
“Louder!”
“My car, Sir. It’s inside, Sir!”
“Can’t you see that this area is off-limits?”
Before I could utter another word, I pointed to my car and
reached for my wallet in my back pocket.
“Hands in the air!” He ordered. Probably thinking I was reaching
for a gun, the soldiers pointed their ArmaLites to my face.
“My car, Sir. It’s inside. I’m just a student from Pampanga. I
can’t go home without the car.”
Thankfully, the soldiers were pacified after I showed them my
school ID. After explaining the situation to their commander by
radio, they received word that they can let me go. Serving as escorts,
the three soldiers got inside the car with me. “Don’t be afraid,” they
assured me. “We’re going to lead you out of this place.”
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Small choices,
Big sins
The company crook started his “career” in cheating with a quick look
at his classmate’s test paper when he was in 6th grade. The perpetual
liar started with a little fib she told her mother. An adulterer started
by having two girlfriends at a time when he was a teenager. And the
chain smoker started his habit with his first puff.
All of them share one thing in common: They all started their
downward spiral with one bad choice. And if they don’t change their
ways, many of them might end up in prison, or worse, dead before
they reach middle age.
But the epidemic of making They all started their
downward spiral with one
wrong choices is not limited to
bad choice.
the 21st century. It actually started
with the very first couple (Hello,
Adam and Eve!) and continued throughout the history of mankind.
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• This next one loves the booze. If you push the rewind
button, you will see Noah getting drunk not long after
being saved by God via the giant ark (Genesis 9:20-21).
They were all guilty as charged when they sinned and disobeyed
God. But amazingly, there is no Hall of Shame in the Bible and we
find their names, instead, in faith’s Hall of Fame in Hebrews 11. So
what turned the tide to their favor? Why are their names included
in that list? The answer is simply this—GRACE. Their life stories are
God’s way of telling us that He is never into counting our mistakes.
Instead, He is in the business of handing out second chances.
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God delivers this line to him at a time when Paul confessed to have
been struggling against a weakness. He referred to it as a “thorn” in
the flesh. For three times, he pleaded to God to take it away. But
instead of giving in to his request, God
People fail. Who tells him that His grace will always be
doesn’t? But hallelujah enough.
for grace. People fail. Who doesn’t? But
hallelujah for grace. It is God’s
power in action, manifested in God’s weakness-filled people.
Game over or
start over?
Let’s play a little chess. You’re down to your last piece. Last one
standing is the king. You are trapped in a corner and have nowhere
else to go. Make one move and you’re dead. Checkmate! Next thing
left to do is to give up and let your opponent topple your king. Next
thing you know, it’s game over.
Good thing that although this applies in a chess match, it’s
never the case in our life with Christ. The big difference is this:
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Grace. While there’d be times when our wrong moves can cause us
to be caught in seemingly “no-way-out” situations, I can boldly say
that with Christ, there’s no such thing as game over.
For when all the odds are against us—when even a step forward
or backward, or even sideward can spell the end—remember that
there is one more option left: to look up! There you’d find God
ready and willing to hand you His grace.
So if there’d be times when you feel like your king is trapped
and about to be downed by a checkmate,
don’t choose to concede. Look to the How would you like to
King of kings. You just got found. exchange your game over
You’ve got grace. How would you for a start over?
like to exchange your game over
for a start over?
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on e w ith th e On e
ontoday
On e Lord, I realized that my stubbornness has led me to
losing my way. I was careless and I thought less. My wrong
choices resulted in a pile of bad consequences. That’s why
today, Lord, I receive Your grace. I long for a clean slate
and a new beginning. I am turning over my life once again
to You and humbly surrender. So Jesus, here I am, in all
humility confessing once again that You are the Lord of my
life and of everything I have. From this day onward, it will
not be my will, but Yours be done in my life.
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1 Philip Yancey, What’s so Amazing about Grace? (Grand Rapids: Zondervan, 2002) p. 70.
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