About ten straight miles on US 67 in Arkansas in a borrowed Datsun 280Z. 120 miles per hour. I was coming back from a wedding in Little Rock. I retain no memory of the wedding. Youthful thrill morphing into awakened fear at 120 MPH: that I remember! I was foolish. I abused the trust of the friend who loaned me his car. I wanted to be fast. I wanted to be … “quick.”
“Quick” is far too important to me. Most of my life’s wounds have been self-inflicted by … “quick.” Spoke too soon. Expected too much. Waited too little. Gave up too easily. Listened too late. I confess an ever-present restlessness, a desire to move on to the next thing. Any semi-competent therapist could peel me like a grape. A couple have … thank God!
Peter was the “Apostle of Quick.” Saint Reactive! Peter was often the first to act and with mixed results. He walked on the water, but sank. (Mt. 14) Peter answered for Jesus about loyalties (does He pay the Temple tax?), but answered clumsily. (Mt. 17). Peter’s “quick-ness” is, sadly, well known in his denials. (Mt. 26)
But Jesus knew what He was doing. “Do not be afraid; from now on,” Jesus told Peter, “you will be catching men.” (Lk. 5) From Now On is open ended. There’s no ticking clock to inject pressure. No ‘next thing’ to serve as a distraction … or an excuse.
Jesus never drove a 280Z at a 120 miles per hour or any other speed. He walked. Miles and miles. House to house. Hill to hill. His disciples walked with Him. Their best exchanges, their most bracing insights, came in the course of one day’s walk. Jesus changed their lives by letting them in to His walking journey.
Saul on the Road to Tarsus is the exception. The pace at which Jesus most often changes a life is a walking pace. A walking pace is a, “come and see” pace and a “being transformed into His likeness” pace.
Resist your need for speed this week, especially as it concerns your soul. Just walk with Jesus. Just do that.