A couple of Sundays ago I was reminded of the old saying when life deals you a bitter blow - "What has fairness got to do with it?"
I was returning from a distant Mass and enjoying the spiritual afterglow as well as the beautiful North Pembrokeshire countryside and my mind, admittedly, was on a higherplane level. The roads were clear and free of traffic as only the roads of Baptist country can be at 5 o'clock on a Sunday afternoon.
Suddenly, as I rounded a bend, there was a police speed trap. I did not falter one iota; I kept on at my steady pace, confident in the belief that I was a law abiding citizen; ahead of me stretched a half mile of visibly open road - dim problem as they say in those parts.
And then, ten days later I received a speeding summons. For driving at 35 miles per hour in a 30 mile limit area! Is there no justice, Lord?
The episode reminded me of how the great Archbishop Fulton Sheen used to address priests attending one of his retreats.
He would begin by saying:
"Who amongst you is with sin?" There would be an uncomfortable silence and a 'no show' of hands.
"Alright" the Archbishop would say, "who amongst you broke the speed limit on the way here?" Red faces all round.
It is a fact that we so often take everyday offences for granted and forget to tag them with the 'sin' label.
Breaking the reasonable law of the land is a sin; driving beyond the capacity of road conditions is a sin.
Not maintaining the service level of your car is a sin, maybe a small one of the venial variety but, if you injured someone in a car that you had deliberately or negligently not kept at the correct levels of safety, it would be a much more serious sin, possibly of the mortal variety.
Now comes the part that Protestant readers of this blog (if they exist, which I doubt) will throw their hands in the air and say: "I told you so".
Did I confess my 'transgression?' No. Why?
Well I thought about it long and hard and reasoned that my speeding was a result of human error and ignorance.
All had looked good on the road; I was in a 30 mile zone on the outward road from a small village and, within the next hundred yards it switched to being a 60 mph zone (I had thought all along that I was in a 60 mph zone).
I had not wilfully broken the law.
That has no currency in man's court, but, in God's, it does.
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I was returning from a distant Mass and enjoying the spiritual afterglow as well as the beautiful North Pembrokeshire countryside and my mind, admittedly, was on a higher
Suddenly, as I rounded a bend, there was a police speed trap. I did not falter one iota; I kept on at my steady pace, confident in the belief that I was a law abiding citizen; ahead of me stretched a half mile of visibly open road - dim problem as they say in those parts.
And then, ten days later I received a speeding summons. For driving at 35 miles per hour in a 30 mile limit area! Is there no justice, Lord?
The episode reminded me of how the great Archbishop Fulton Sheen used to address priests attending one of his retreats.
He would begin by saying:
"Who amongst you is with sin?" There would be an uncomfortable silence and a 'no show' of hands.
"Alright" the Archbishop would say, "who amongst you broke the speed limit on the way here?" Red faces all round.
It is a fact that we so often take everyday offences for granted and forget to tag them with the 'sin' label.
Breaking the reasonable law of the land is a sin; driving beyond the capacity of road conditions is a sin.
Not maintaining the service level of your car is a sin, maybe a small one of the venial variety but, if you injured someone in a car that you had deliberately or negligently not kept at the correct levels of safety, it would be a much more serious sin, possibly of the mortal variety.
Now comes the part that Protestant readers of this blog (if they exist, which I doubt) will throw their hands in the air and say: "I told you so".
Did I confess my 'transgression?' No. Why?
Well I thought about it long and hard and reasoned that my speeding was a result of human error and ignorance.
All had looked good on the road; I was in a 30 mile zone on the outward road from a small village and, within the next hundred yards it switched to being a 60 mph zone (I had thought all along that I was in a 60 mph zone).
I had not wilfully broken the law.
That has no currency in man's court, but, in God's, it does.
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