The other day, I stopped to help a guy who had run off the road. His truck was in the ditch and there was a small cut on his forehead as a result of his accident.
I tried pushing the truck from behind while he put his foot on the accelerator, but it was soon obvious that this truck was going nowhere without the help of a tow truck.
I’m not sure how it happened, and wasn’t entirely sure that he wasn’t slightly “under the influence” of something, but I only suggest it because he was so down-trodden by the event that he was pretty much in a dazed state. He was inconsolable.
When I first noticed the cut on his head and asked him if he was ok, he said, “Oh I’m fine, I’m fine, it’s the truck that’s messed up…”
A closer look at what happened with his truck made it clear that it easily could have been much worse, and he could have ended up in an ICU. But he just kept mumbling about the truck.
This guy was under the influence, alright. He was under the influence of this truck.
I tried to encourage him, and told him that he had much to be thankful for and that it could have been so much worse.
As gently as I could, I said, “Hey, man, it’s just a truck. God spared your life, here. Your life is worth so much more than a truck.”
But it was as if he couldn’t hear me. All perspective was lost and all he could do was stare at the truck and shake his head. There were tears streaming down his face.
He was like someone who had come to the very end of his rope and this event was the ugly cherry on top of a big cake of misery.
“It’s just a truck…Your life is worth so much more than a truck….”
Later, when I was home and the guy had been given a ride by his friends, those words kept rolling around in my head. God gives us life, and we miss the miracle and grace of that because we can’t get past the truck, or the house, or the clothes, or the bills or the “lack” or whatever.
Our problems seem bigger than God and our perspective gets out of whack.
“So I tell you, don’t worry about everyday life – whether you have enough food, drink, and clothes. Doesn’t life consist of more than food and clothing?” Matthew 6:25
My words were directed as an encouragement to him, but they really served as a reminder to me. (Perspective provided by Jesus in Matthew 6:24-34.)
What “truck” is blurring your vision and stealing your hope today?