Wednesday, January 18, 2023

On the Lowly Traffic Light

Traffic light: Traffic lights, traffic signals, or stoplights are signaling devices positioned at road intersections, pedestrian crossings, and other locations in order to control traffic.

          The car ahead had not moved through the traffic light quickly enough to suit the driver. The light turned orange, then red, forcing him to stop rather than move on through the intersection. His impatience was apparent when an expletive escaped under his breath.  

I was in the passenger seat and smiled, thinking--Humankind really doesn’t know. You’ll move forward when you are supposed to.

One of the first lessons I learned at God’s hand was of His control of every detail of my life. He used traffic lights to teach me.

Traffic lights are one of those things we take for granted and never give much thought to until there is a malfunction, and they aren’t working. As with so many things, then we notice their value and purpose. They fall in the same category as a light switch, water faucet, or automobile brakes. They are mundane, ordinary, lowly implements that are purely mechanical.

While we think of them as modern traffic control, they came into existence long before automobiles were invented. The idea began in the 1800’s. They made their debut on December 10, 1868 when the first gas-lit traffic lights were installed in London outside the Houses of Parliament. They were implemented to control the traffic of horse carriages and to allow pedestrians to safely cross the streets.

The original ones were manually controlled by a police officer during the day using semaphore arms. (As a point of reference, the up-down barrier that drops down at a railroad crossing to block traffic is a type of semaphore arm.) At night, gas-lit red and green lights were used. The red signaled carriages to stop, and the green meant to proceed. To this day, the colors and what they stand for have not changed.

By 1914, the first electric traffic light was installed in Cleveland, Ohio. They were still manually controlled, but by 1920 they transitioned to being automatic.

In the 1960’s, computers entered the scene, and traffic lights started to become computerized. Over time, the traffic of a city could be predicted and controlled. And they are. We now live in an age where the lights operate on timers or detectors that detect vehicles stacking up at an intersection. The goal is to facilitate traffic flowing easily and smoothly, especially during rush hour for those commuting in the morning and evening.  

While their design varies from one country to another, traffic lights are used, understood, and accepted in most places in the world. We have all learned what green, yellow, and red represent.

How did God use the lowly traffic light to teach me His principle of love, care, and control? Many years ago, I pulled up to a red light and stopped. God very quietly pointed out to me He was the one who controlled my comings and goings—not any mechanical light. I waited, taking note I would move forward at the precise moment He intended.

Since then, whenever I come to a traffic light—whether it is red, green, or yellow--I acknowledge His precise Hand on the direction, speed, and tempo of my life. He knows where He wants me to be, and when He wants me to be there. My destiny is altered and changed at traffic lights—“Stop. Stay for a while longer. Now go.”

Consider this truth the next time you find yourself impatiently waiting for a red light to change because you have important things to do—and so little time in which to do it. The Great Choreographer oversees the timing of all things. Not a moment too soon. Not a moment too late.

Friday, January 13, 2023

Where Is God?

 

personal assistant: A personal assistant is someone who handles the day-to-day errands and activities of another person.

 

Typically, it occurs while I am lying in bed—when I first crawl in, and I’m trying to shut down and go to sleep; during the middle of the night when my eyes pop open, and my mind runs full-speed ahead; when I wake up in the early morning.

I am reluctant to call it worry, though the “worrywart” description given by my mother when I was a child would probably still be appropriate. There are spiritual versions—“lack of trust, having no faith, trying to be in control.” Those are applicable as well.

It really matters not what words are used. Those are the times I spend trying to figure out what is going to happen. What am I going to do tomorrow? How am I going to do it, and when? The degrees of concern vary, depending on the schedule in my very busy social life. (Sarcasm applied here.) However, I have been known to fret over things as insignificant as the eyelash on a fly.

One of “those” times was coming up. I had offered to drive a friend to a medical appointment. I’d not been to the office building before. I didn’t know the parking arrangements. I had no idea where the office was in the 6-story building located in a busy part of town. Those three unknowns were enough to set me and my imagination in motion. I always say that firsts in anything are the hardest. This was a first.

It occurred to me, in a very matter-of-fact way, that God knows and oversees my tomorrow. I don’t have to figure anything out. Sleep and rest were my friend.

There is a paradox in this. While I am the one having the experience, I can also watch and see what happens. I was going to watch and see.

My friend is quite particular about being late to anything, so we left with plenty of time to spare on appointment day. “Just in case we run into traffic problems or an accident.” We had done a trial run the day before, so the question of where we were going was taken care of.

Pulling up to the building, I moved into the correct lane that led into the parking garage. The entrance was on the ground floor level. As we crawled in, it was apparent the lot was full. Wait!! There was an opening in the second row, just a few cars over. We later discovered parking was available on every level, including the very top. We had been spared the process of circling up and circling back down, searching for a parking spot.

The next step was to find our way into the building from the parking lot. At the same time, we needed to orient ourselves so we could find the parked vehicle when we came back out. Sometimes confusion takes over in a dark parking garage, with no point of external reference. Note to self: B1. That was the level and area we parked in.

Finding the entrance turned out to be easy peezy. But where was the office located in this menagerie? Just then two nurses got off the elevator. “Could you please tell us where ****** ******* is located?”

“The third floor. Get off the elevator and you’ll see it on your right. You can’t miss it.”

Another nurse joined us as we got in the elevator, heading for the third floor. She assured us the office was easy to find and getting back to the parking lot wasn’t going to be a problem.

I have had first-time experiences where I was like an airplane, circling the elusive airport, trying to land. This was not one of those.

The elevator nurse was right. Finding the office and finding our way back to the truck was a piece of cake. I was smiling as I spotted B1 on the pillar post and my familiar blue pickup.

People of means often hire personal assistants. They are the ones who take care of the details of daily life, enabling their employer to come and go freely and smoothly. They go ahead, leading the way, making certain there are no surprises, roadblocks, or messes.

I have my own personal assistant—God. He is teaching me and reinforcing the fact I don’t have to try to figure anything out. He really does have my tomorrow—and my today—taken care of. 

"What a bunch of rubbish!" you might say. "This is petty, insignificant, and of no consequence. How does this compare to the tragedies taking place in the world right now?"

Yes, this was a "little thing." But it was a stress-free experience, one of convenience. If God cares enough to micro-manage the details of my life, I can trust Him to take care of me in the tornadoes that might await me around the corner. He is the ultimate choreographer.

 Blessed be the name of the Lord. And blessed are those who allow Him to be in charge.

 

Where is God?

If our eyes are never opened to see God in the “little things,”

we will never see Him in the “big things.”