Rusty Old Yellow
by: Pastor Annette Barker – Christian Unity Baptist Church , Bellwood, Illinois
Rusty Old Yellow
Most of us have faced dangers of one kind or another. Some dangers are the result of lack of knowledge and unwise decisions that activated poor choices. I remember one hot summer night after leaving the community center party early but not nearly early enough to make my 11:00pm curfew. I knew I was going to be late getting home. However, on the way home my friends and I decided to follow a huge crowd of kids to appear as though we were with the “in crowd” You know “hip” & “cool”. As we were walking with the kids in the “in crowd” some of them started yelling out obscured remarks to passing cars. Others began to laugh and call out names as well. All of sudden out of nowhere here comes a speeding yellow car! I can still see and often think of that old rusty car speeding down the street. We heard pop, pop, pop! Everyone took off screaming and running for their lives, taking cover where ever we could. My friends and I somehow split up and I found myself huddled over and overhead building with total strangers. As I looked around I saw one guy reach into his jacket and pull something out. I couldn’t see what it was but I assume it was some type of weapon. I quickly shut my eyes for I didn’t want to see what he had or what he was going to do with what he had. Laying there grasping for my breath with my heart racing a hundred beats per second I angrily thought to myself, “I can’t believe I’m in the middle of this mess” Why didn’t I just do what my parents told me to do. Why didn’t I just leave the party early and avoid large rowdy crowds. Here I was bent down, panicking and scared out of my mind for my life. I begin praying like I never before. I mean I said every pray I ever heard my Mamma, Daddy, Pastor and Sunday school teacher pray. I asked God to protect us and please let us get us get home safely. The next thing I know I heard those very same pop popping noises again. OMG, Oh my God… Lord help us! I whispered in desperation to myself. I was so scared I thought my heart had stopped, but soon realized it was that old rusty yellow car came to a complete stop. Now I was praying even harder.
Sweet Relief in Jesus
Still holding my heart with my head down and my eyes squeezed tightly shut I begin to smell smoke and a burning tar like smell. Suddenly it became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Not knowing If I was still living or not I slowing lifted my heard. Looking all around I felt a sweet relief learning that the pop, pop, pop sounds I had heard and ran from were simply backfires from that old rusty yellow car. Suddenly the driver got out, slammed the door and angrily walked towards the crowd. At that time I knew I was alive but the questions was, how much longer. He glanced through the quiet breathless crowd and loudly yelled out to the crowd, anyone seen Sherry? Turns out the driver of that car was a concern father out looking for his baby girl. Without hesitation and not ashamed his baby girl happily ran and embraced her father. Somehow she knew even tho she may be in trouble she was safe in her father’s arms.
Whew, talking about a sweet relief. Once I realized I was safe I found my friends and we ran home like we were in a marathon race.
Sad to say many children today who are about the same age I was at that time are hearing similar sounds. Pop, pop, pop sounds that are not the backfires of a car but sounds of real pops coming from real guns going into real people. Life circumstances allow us to face the unfortunate reality that so many don’t have a earthly father driving the streets late at night looking for them and calling their name.
Even in my disobedience I learned that my earthly parents cared enough about me to inform and instruct me from danger. Just as our heavenly Father do. Thank you God for orchestrating that whole event only to teach me a valuable life changing lesson.
My story could have ended in such a tragic way however I choose to believe because in my moments of distress, fear and disobedience my God still heard my cry and came to my rescue. Just as Sherry father did, that’s what our heavenly father do for us. When we’ve strayed away too far or when we’re in trouble He always come rescue us. Thank You Lord for your saving and redeeming power.
Pop, pop, pop sounds are so real today. Oh how I quench and my heart ache every time I hear one. Statistics shows an disturbing fact that just in the city of Chicago alone those very same sound claim and take hundreds lives of so many innocent young people in a single weekend. As we go through this summer let us pray God’s protection over our youth. Alarming facts informs us that children as young as 10 years old are not only pressured but actually plan, plot and pursue their very own weapons to pick and prey on others as well for their very own protection from evil and vicious predators.
Yes, the sounds are real and the crime rate is big; but so is our God. Let us cast all our cares upon Him for He does care for us. Let us pray daily that our Heavenly Father will come rescue all children. Let us pray daily the entire Psalm 91 over our children and our neighbors’ children and children all over the world. As we go through this summer let us especially focus on Psalm 91:7-11.
7 A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.
8 Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked.
9 Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation;
10 There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.
11 For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.
I will close with God’s promise. Let us pray this as well:
Call upon the Lord and you shall be saved. Romans 10:13