The strange thing that happened at 4:00 this morning.

The strange thing that happened at 4:00 this morning.

It’s 3:56am.  I am awakened by the low tones of music playing somewhere in the distance. It’s hard to tell where it’s coming from in the crisp morning air.  I quickly dress to investigate.  My wife wonders what on earth I am doing.  “There’s been a disturbance – I’m going to check it out.”

Across the street a red Dodge Ram purrs.  Approaching the vehicle I smell the exhaust.  Country music rumbles inside the tinted cab windows.  A man in a cowboy hat is passed out inside.  Carbon Monoxide? I tap on the window.  No response.  I tap again.  I pull the phone from my pocket.

“Police Department.”
“Yes, there is a man passed out in a red truck across the street from my house.”
“How long has he been there?”
“I’m not sure. He’s in his driveway. I think.”

Peeping through the blinds of my bathroom window I witness two white Crown Victorias arrive.  A barrel-chested officer emerges from one of them.  The music is loud when he opens the door of the red Ram.  An alert female officer positions herself a few feet behind him.

“Sir! Are you alright?”

That’s all I can hear.  A few minutes later the man in the cowboy hat stumbles into his house.  The police wave off the red ambulance that appears.

:: ::

That poor guy passed out in his driveway.  He nearly made it home, but he fell asleep just a few feet from a quiet, comfortable bed and the loving arms of his caring family.  He settled instead for cold vinyl seats and loud country music.  He was so close to the finish line.

Back in bed the words of Paul came to mind.  Sorry if you don’t see a connection to the story – I think weird.

I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Henceforth there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, will award to me on that Day, and not only to me but also to all who have loved his appearing. (2 Timothy 4:7-8)

P.S. Hebrews 12 seems to apply too.