Rendered Safe

Its 0200 hours, and the lights have been off in the house for 30 minutes. The coast looks clear. A lone dark figure walking in the shadows approaches a car and crawls under the back rear quarter panel. Not typical behavior for a car burglar. What gives? The lone figure carefully pulls out a shinny black box with three strong magnets from his pocket. In doing so the man bumps the car with his shoulder setting off the alarm which sounds with a shrill. WoWoWoWoWo, Deedo, Deedo, Deedo. Lights flicker on in the house as the suspect runs from the vehicle and lies in a shadow at the neighbor's house, gun in hand.

The victim checks his car, walks around looking into the dark. No break-in, nothing missing. He misses the man in the bushes. Churp, churp he resets the alarm and heads off to bed for some restless sleep. The shadowy figure lays still, heart thumping, sweat pouring out of him, afraid he might be discovered. He almost was. No, he is not some meth freak looking to steal a car stereo, a transient looking for change or an illegal alien looking for a car to drive to LA. It's a cop. A gang detective to be specific, trying to place a tracker on a car. The guys on point for counter surveillance, now that the cluster is over, rib the bumbling detective over the encrypted radio frequency. Nice! Why don't you just knock on the door and ask S-1 to put it on the car for you? Stick a sign on the car, "SDPD tracks you." Laughter rings through the hidden ear piece. He got the tracker in place. It worked well.

The next day while speeding down the freeway, S-1's vehicle hit a bump and the tracker dropped off onto the number 4 lane of the heavily traveled multi lane highway. A concerned citizen calls the police who promptly evaluate the "suspicious package" in this era of terrorism. It was a contraption they had not seen before. Even thought it is a silent dispatch sent over the MCT, news stations catch wind of the developing story during prime commute and orbit overhead. The officers request the bomb squad. Meanwhile detective back in the office are watching the movement of the suspect vehicle and notice it has been stopped for some time on the freeway. They head out to verify the suspects location and see if there is an incident. There was an incident.

As detectives arrive the bomb disposal operators roll out the remotely controlled robot loaded with a video camera and a 12 gauge shotgun. Horrified they watch as the robot rolled up to the tracking device. The operators give the "fire in the hole" warning as the 12 gauge shotgun blows a fist size hole in our tracker. The device has been rendered safe!

I lost something along the way of my life. My innocence. Because of my sin nature and my willing sin as well, I became separated from God. I was just rolling along on the freeway of life, being tracked remotely by an all knowing GOD but under my own decision making power. Like the lost tracker I was aimless and worthless to God's kingdom. I had to make a choice stay aimless or follow Christ. I chose to accept His sacrifice as my solution to sin and spiritual aimlessness. I accepted His forgiveness and as a result I have eternal life. God blew a fist sized hole in my heart just like the tracking device. He took all of my sin and nailed it to the Cross. Like the tracking device I have been rendered safe.

Happy Easter, the day we celebrate Jesus rising from the dead. If you desire forgiveness just tell God that you accept Jesus as your Savior from sin. He will give you purpose and meaning in this earthly life and the kingdom to come. If you do this please email me Andrew.mills@att.net and let me know. I'd appreciate it.

Rendered safe from myself.....


Andy