If Life was More Consistent I Think it Would be Easier

I still derive most of my income from driving trucks, eighteen-wheeler semi’s mostly. I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve come up behind a vehicle traveling slower than me. My inclination is to pass them when it’s safe to do so.

More times than not the other driver speeds up before I can get in front of them. Sometimes I do complete my pass only to have them pass me back a short time later.

All I ask is they travel a consistent speed so I can get on with my life with as little frustration as possible. Is that asking for too much?

I like to plan my day so I don’t have to attempt to squeeze my big rig through very many drive through windows for my meals. It makes restaurant managers a bit unhappy when a trucker tries it…or so I’ve heard.

One time I was fixin’ to return to Texas from Tennessee and saw a fastfood joint across the street from where I spent my off duty ten hours. It was about eleven o’clock at night. I decided to grab some hot food for the road.

Come to find out the doors were locked because they stop serving inside at ten. So, being the hungry redneck I am I walk through the drive thru to buy my meal.

I stood at the order stand for almost a minute in the dark all alone. So, being the hungry Texan I am I walk up to the window on the side of the building to order food. Nobody showed themself inside the building.

So, being the persistent hungry country bumpkin I am I walks back to the order stand. Two cars show up to get there meals. I thinks, “Good, now maybe I’ll get someone’s attention.”

After a few more invisible moments the driver in the second car tells me they can’t take my order without a car. Being the hungry trucker I am I…no, I didn’t cuss at all. I’m too God-fearing a man for that.

I threw up my hands and marched up to the building window knowing somebody will have to come to it to serve the kind folks with real jobs who don’t have to drive through the night for their living.

The gal inside finally sees me and asks where I came from. I point across the street and explain my dilemma with as few words as possible. She informs me she must see my car to sell me food.

Being the hungry truck driver I am I storm across the road to my rig and eat my cold peanutbutter sandwich rather than give these@#$%& Tennesseans any of my hard earned money.

Another time I was coming back from Houston. It took longer than I thought it would so I pulled into a truckstop to buy food from a taco joint in it that I had a gift card for. I placed my order and handed them said card to find out they’re too attached to the truckstop to accept my bought and paid for card with their name on it.

So, being the skinny hungry guy with no cash on me that I am I drive to the next exit to a truckstop I have an awards card for with enough points on it to get a meal, at least I had in the past. They tell me they’re not part of the truckstop that’s under the same roof as them. So I had to walk over and settle for a lousy candy bar that I could eat for my hard earned points.

I have one question. Why can’t we all play by the same set of rules?

Have you ever wondered why God gave us a book to read as a guide to live by. Yes, I’m talking about the Bible.

For several generations of people stories were passed down to let everybody know what happened to those folks who came before. Yeah, some imaginative types like to embellish in inopportune moments. Before you know it some kid kills a giant with a slingshot.

Wait a second, that actually did happen. My bad.

I’ve learned an interesting thing about books. The words in them don’t move much. Most of them don’t move at all. I can have a book collecting dust for a decade and it says the same thing to me the next time I read it.

God gave us a written language with ink and paper that doesn’t change because it’s just like Him

Yeah, God doesn’t changed neither.

When I was a kid they told me policemen, teachers and others in authority were to be respected. When I became a teenager they told me to question authority. Now they wonder why they have less control of their classrooms than they used to.

Inconsistent rules are funny animals that way. They’ll sneak up behind you and bite you when you least expect it.

When God calls something a sin at the beginning of the Bible it’s a sin. It doesn’t matter how many generations of folks say it’s acceptable to the next generation. God is the only One who makes those rules. A sin is a sin is a sin. Amin?

So, if you’re tired of being frustrated by the lose standards of society go back to the Book and discover what our Creator designed as an acceptable lifestyle.

I know, there are a lot of different translations out there, but they say basically the same thing.

God is love and light and truth.

Got it? Good, now go get it.

Keep smiling.   Wade

I’m a truck driver turned writer. My writing drives people to Jesus.
I love sunsets/sunrises, dark chocolate, coffee, cats and dogs (as long as their owners pick up after them) and solitude. My relationship with God through Jesus Christ is most important to me, not a religion. This writing gig is all God’s idea. I only wish to bring more attention to Jesus with it.