I am a great driver. At least, I think I am a great driver. No, I am a very alert, safe, and well-trained driver. Objectively, I am a really good driver.
While in college I was a couple of months into a relationship. We were at her parents house and borrowed her dad’s car to run an errand. I got in, adjusted the rear view mirror and the seat, and while looking over my right shoulder started to back out of the parking spot. As I begun to spin the wheel **SCREEECH** the most excruciating, piercingly shrill sound filled the parking structure. I hit the brakes. The silence was terrifying. I got out and was greeted by a huge tear in the car’s back left panel. There was a pole in my blind spot.
I have the ability to be a good Christ-follower. Objectively, I can do this life well. However, gone unchecked, my theology is able to exist with large blind spots intact. I do not know the depth of the “Abba” father as “daddy” because I do not have children. I do not understand what it is like to experience life with dark skin, or as a woman, as an adult single person, or through the eyes of an elderly person. I have never struggled with God through the loss of a parent, or child, or through divorce that separates a family, or through the journey that is same-sex attraction. Therefore, as much as I want to have a well-rounded perspective, it can only begin by recognizing that even the best drivers have blind spots.
Where are yours? Who is pointing them out for you?
Scripture:
Confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The earnest prayer of a righteous person has great power and produces wonderful results.
As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend.