Stop means Stop
October 14, 2009
Well, that was embarrassing. After almost stopping at a stop sign in Kingswood the other day, I came to a complete stop for the mountie who waved me down. He sauntered over to the car, while I sat wondering what the fine was for running a stop sign, although in my defence it was more creeping or rolling a stop sign. The officer was very pleasant, said he was there to remind people that we were supposed to stop at that particular sign. I smiled and assured him that I would remember next time and then it happened . . . I had hoped it wouldn’t, but it did.
He didn’t write a ticket; I should have been so lucky. No, he asked me how things were going at the church; he recognized me. That was embarrassing. Normally I like being recognized and talking about Cornerstone, but not necessarily while breaking the law. We chatted for a few minutes, he wished me a pleasant day, reminded me again about stopping at the sign and left.
It’s never pleasant being caught while doing wrong, but the truth is we get caught every time we do wrong, if only by ourselves. Have a great week and remember: To see what is really possible, you will have to attempt the impossible.