The Battle Is Raging2:22 AM
Everyone picks on me for my slow driving. "It's not slow!" I retort. "I just drive the speed limit." And it's true. I'm a stickler for putting on blinkers when leaving the driveway, stopping fully at stop signs, and driving 65 when the sign says 65. It's an easy law to obey. It's not complicated: don't drive faster than the posted speed. Got it.
I know I'm not going to convince anyone else to join me in being a law-abiding driver, but hear me out: why do we feel totally justified in blatantly breaking an obvious law? Sure, maybe we don't get caught -- but many major crimes get committed with the observation that it's not wrong unless the cops pick you up. If people have half of a conscience, they hurry to say, "Oh, it's not breaking the rules. Just bending them."
Well, then. At what speed above the limit becomes "breaking" as opposed to "bending"?
Again, I'm not here to pick on people's driving. I've driven 67 on a 65 mph interstate. (My friends laughed at my guilty confession.) It just illustrates an attitude most definitely prevalent in my own life -- how loose my idea of sin is.