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Are You A Sunday Driver?



 Could you spot a Christian by the way he drives?



 Consider if you will the example of the Old Testament king Jehu in 2 Kings 9-10. Jehu was impetuous military man. He was given the mission by God to purge Ahab’s influence out of Israel and Judah. He did just that, but he went too far. He destroys Ahab line but in an extreme and bloody manner.  For this excessive violence, he would be condemned by the prophet Hosea (Hosea 1:4).

  You don’t however need to read everything about him to understand his character, you can just see it one thing he did, how he drove. In 2nd Kings 9 Jehu is coming for Joram. When Joram’s men see the chariot approaching, they send a messenger but he doesn’t return. King Joram wonders who is driving the chariot, what his intent is and what happened to the messenger. In 2 Kings 9:20, we see the response, “The watchman reported, "He(the messenger) came even to them, and he did not return; and the driving is like the driving of Jehu the son of Nimshi, for he drives furiously."  
  The Hebrew word translated furiously literally means like a crazy person or madman. His driving was just like his life, excessive to the point of insanity.  You could see who he was just by his driving.

  If you took a small ordinary slice of your life what would it say about you? How you drive. The way you shop. How you act on the golf course. Your behavior in the stands at your kid’s ball games. Do they say you are a Christian? Do they say that Jesus is your Lord? Or do they tell something different?

  Being a Christian isn’t a garment we put on just for Sundays. It must be our everyday outfit.  Our faith must be something that affects all aspects of our life even the mundane. Can people spot what we are about when they see us driving down the street?


 Are we a Christian in everything we do?

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