So I Blasted the Horn
I was driving to pick up my son this afternoon. I came up to an intersection with a green light in the distance and a long line of cars sitting still in front of me. I grumbled and then noticed the lights of an ambulance in the intersection, poised to turn left across our lane.
There was a flash of red in my peripheral vision and a car in the left lane shot toward the intersection and the traffic-obscured ambulance.
Without thinking but reacting to the danger, I laid on my horn. The red car braked and stopped - the ambulance “whooped” its siren twice and made its turn.
There’s stuff I’ll never know:
Did the driver of the red car hear my horn, or just see the ambulance?
Did the drivers in front of me think, “What an impatient, selfish jerk to be honking when we are stopped for an ambulance” ?
Did the crew of the ambulance think, “Thank God that guy hit the horn” or “What a dork” ?
I’ll not know. But hitting the horn was the right thing to do. A warning was necessary.
Gregory the Great, and others I’m sure, say that all good preaching should contain a measure of warning. Encouragement and hope as well, but warning should not be neglected. Salvation is rescue from danger, after all, and dangers must be exposed.
Some will think us jerks and/or dorks for preaching warnings. Plenty will ignore or misinterpret what we say. But say it we must. We can’t know all the impact of the words, only that they need to be put out there.
Advent, after all, began with a blast of the horn.
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