Trust Yourself

Spiritual Lessons from a Lamboghini

Speed’s Way

         Exotics Racing started with some classroom tips on driving our beasts, including that another car would be on the course with us and we could pass or be passed, cornering, paddle shifting, and how a trained instructor would sit side by side telling me what to do…or not do. All was new, and I checked out the competition, who would be fastest? All were younger, by far. This would be my first ride in a true supercar, on a 1.8-mile track with 8 turns. I had dreamed of driving a Lambo for decades, but felt quite intimidated. Certainly didn’t want to embarrass myself.

         They told us to take the first two of seven laps slow to adapt to the car and course, and another Lambo had entered the course a lap before me, a newer model with more horsepower. Finally I pulled onto the track, and Megan kept giving tips. The other Lambo approached our rear, as Megan tapped me on the shoulder. Dang, that embarrassed this competitive lover of speed! I slowed, he passed, and pulled well ahead, then Megan whispered, “Go for it.” My speed increased. I started to feel comfortable, then saw the other Lambo just ahead.

         To my delight, he slowed and pulled over as I blew past him. I never saw him again.

         I reached 112 on the straight that ended in a hairpin, 170-degree turn. Yes. I could do this. I learned to trust myself in a supercar on a tough course, and came out on top.

God’s Way

         So, what does it take to trust ourselves on the spiritual track? We’ve read passages like, “The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure” (Jeremiah 17:9). They don’t really build much confidence in ourselves, so maybe we need to reassess trust.

          We all eventually conclude that our sin nature keeps us from trusting ourselves spiritually. Actually, that’s good. We look for another source of spiritual trust. God smiles when we grasp that, he’s been waiting in the pits with a turbocharger to install. That passage next describes how Paul learned,

“…not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but…the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith. I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection…” (Philippians 3:8-11).

            We get Christ in our lives, get covered in the fire suit of God’s righteousness, and possess the same Holy Spirit power that raised Jesus from death. With the Spirit guiding and teaching us, we have the power to resist temptation. We grow into Christlikeness step by step. We have the wisdom to make good choices in life.

            And, we can trust ourselves to arrive at the finish line. Not by our innate power, but by Jesus living in us.

Crossing the Finish Line

            When did you first realize you didn’t have the ability to trust in yourself spiritually? Have you dealt with that by daily giving God permission to lead and change you? What keeps you from that?

Trust the Car

I learned to drive on a land rocket, a ’63 Viking Blue Ford Galaxie 500, with a high compression V8. My own first car: a ’64 Ford Falcon Futura, looked sporty but the slant 6 was a dog. Then came two Ford vans, and ’78 Volvo 242 arrived, slow and unreliable, but safe. My fastest, an ’87 turbo Chrysler LeBaron GTS that cornered like it was on rails…when out of the shop. Two Mustang ragtops brought a lot of fun.

With each, knowing their strengths and weaknesses allowed me to trust them. Meaning…

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Worshipping While Riding

As Jerry and I headed east on our 2022 East Coast trek in May, I had low expectations for the Kansas section of I-80. My wife grew up east of Dodge City, and my midsummer or winter visits birthed memories of dry and barren, with no real hills. But our third day was Sunday and I wanted to worship, so I popped on Mercy Me, and I focused God while riding. Gentle hills emerged and in May, the fields…

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A Humbling Trip

When surrounded by works of mankind, we can easily impress ourselves—with ourselves. Back in 2019, shortly before COVID hit, Sheila and I make an east coast trek, and the skyscrapers of New York City astounded me. Towering buildings based on solid bedrock. Every square inch seeming used. Honestly, I felt pretty proud to be part of the human race that could craft such a place. But pride…

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When Hopes Get Dashed

Tastes can vary between long term friends. In our Gray Hogs group, Mick and I kept eagle eyes out for Dairy Queens to enjoy Blizzards. But whenever Jerry spotted a Long John Silvers, that would be our lunch or dinner spot. He loves their fish, and even asks for the deep-fried crumbs.That’s why Jerry’s hopes got so high on our 2022 East Coast ride. Not many…

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And So It Ended

…a passenger van appear out of nowhere, and I struck him….My yellow Wing bled green coolant and black oil; the forks got twisted terribly. I merely had a scrape on my elbow.

And so the audacious ride ended, one bike crapped out, one totaled. Jerry, unable to trust his, sold it the next day to a bike shop, took the train to his daughter in Maryland and flew home. I rented a car and drove home, stopping to see my sis in Kentucky.

But was God behind it? Did we ignore his earlier hints in our ambition to achieve the states? Only he knows, but…

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A Time to Slow Down: It Can Save Your Life

For our audacious 2022 East Coast trip of 8,500 miles to add states to our tally, Jerry and I planned to meet on a Sunday in Green River, Utah. From Temecula, Green River lay 690 miles distant, I left Saturday AM for a stop in Salida, Utah. He left his home in the Salem area, spent one night in Idaho, arriving in Green River Saturday afternoon.

I had an hour and half ride to meet him and was eager, so I geared up for a cold morning and hit the road on my Goldwing, maybe exceeding what I recall as an 80 mph speed limit. The Wing just loafed along through the countryside route featuring all green dots, with majestic scenery overlooking Capitol and San Rafael Reefs, where Butch Cassidy and his gang spent some time. I just had to stop and take a few pics. That slowed me down a bit, so…

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