A Constant Age of Salvation

I got pulled over by a police car for approximately thirty seconds today. I was driving under the speed limit, but my right headlight had a burned out bulb, and so I thought I was going to be cited for that. After I saw the flashing lights behind me, I parked my car next to a curb, while the police car stopped behind me and aimed its spotlight in my direction. I waited for the officer to get out of his car, but he didn’t. After half a minute, the police car drove up from behind my car, stopped next to me, and the officer said, “You’re good to go.”

He may have been called to a more urgent situation, which is why he sped away. Or he originally may have thought my car was stolen, then confirmed that it wasn’t. Regardless, I continued to drive to Pep Boys, got a replacement bulb, and installed it in my car as soon as I got home.

I bought a five-dollar lotto ticket and just learned that it had won nine dollars.

I had planned to write something that commented on how the world is currently suffering to pay for the greed of past years. But I wound up going to the kitchen to eat an orange. I turned on the TV and watched Craig Ferguson interview Archbishop Desmond Tutu.

They didn’t talk about the recession. They didn’t talk about corporate greed or the bailouts. They didn’t talk about layoffs or the economy. What I remember most was Desmond Tutu laughing and squirming in his seat in delight, and Craig Ferguson’s state of amazement and wonder. They talked about forgiveness, and how people learn to be human beings through each other.

I want to say something profound and cement it into place. I want to come up with something unique and memorable that will continue to live on long after I’m gone. I want to inject my own perspective to the day’s events.

Instead, I think I’ll just listen to the latest U2 album and fall asleep, with none of me going through my mind.