Mini mansions…

A little more than a year ago, I bought myself a new car—a Mini Cooper. It was perhaps the first time in my life I ever bought anything for me that contained “mini” in the name…but I don’t think they make an Extra-Large Cooper. The Mini has provided hours of enjoyment, not just for me but for the crowds that gather to watch me get into or out of this little vehicle. They’re unaware, apparently, that the inside of the Mini is plenty roomy…at least in the front seat.
I had to go to San Antonio to buy my Mini. As I drove home on I-35, I was exulting in my shiny new auto as it zipped from lane to lane. I glanced down at the digital speedometer and was surprised that it said “62.” Wow, I thought, it feels like I’m going faster than that...but it’s so smooth! That’s when I remembered that the fellow at the dealership had shown me how the instrument display toggled back and forth between showing the speed and showing the outside temperature. I touched the button and my actual speed popped up: 87.
Oops.
It’s a pretty good lesson, learning the difference between temperature and speed. Sometimes we come up with a new program or idea and it’s the hot new thing (or the cool new thing), but it goes nowhere. Or we get in a hurry to go, go, go with something, not realizing that the idea is cold and lifeless.
Life is busy. You probably feel like your accelerator is floored all the time. But you need more than speed; you need the heat, the warmth…the glow that comes from the Son.