Tailgating

For many fans of organized sports the term “tailgating” evokes images of stadium, or arena parking lots. Truck tailgates, or car trunks are dropped or popped open for the purpose of grilling, barbecuing, and consuming favorite foods and beverages. Family, friends, and die hard fans usually don their favorite teams’ jerseys, while proudly displaying accompanying colors as expressions of loyalty. What’s really interesting is that the term and practice of “tailgating” can be traced all the way back to the Civil War. Believe it or not people would bring picnic lunches to watch blue and gray uniformed soldiers kill and maim each other – for entertainment. Coincidentally the term has also been borrowed to describe another “war” which is not so civil that occurs on streets, roads and highways throughout the United States. Obviously, this alternative usage describes the practice of not leaving sufficient stopping distance between a driver and a car being followed. This creates the possibility of a collision if the followed vehicle stops suddenly. Often the offending drivers vehicle is used as a weapon to bully, or punish the slower driver into surrendering a coveted lane. (Remember the archaic, “regulatory” signs: PASSING LANE ONLY?) Ultimately the polite message was and still is, MOVE IT or LOSE IT! The not so polite message is usually accompanied by hand waving, vulgar gesturing, and, or blaring horns.

Last night while driving home I experienced this “pastime” firsthand. (No, I didn’t drop the tailgate of my truck and grill some brats and burgers). As I sat at a red light a driver – who needed corrective lenses, or a sobriety test slowed his vehicle within inches of the rear bumper of my truck. Once the light turned green I accelerated to the posted speed limit (suggested limit?) – generously exceeding it by five miles – discovering my actions were not sufficient. The bullying continued, while not so civil images danced through my mind like a barrage of cannon balls and firing muskets. Somewhere in the midst of my fantasy civil war reenactment a still, small, GENTLE Voice spoke: But one thing I do – forgetting what is behind…Which reminded me of another passage, Psalm 119:165 Great peace have they who love Your Law and NOTHING shall offend them. Ouch! My Commanding Officer was reminding me to let go of what offended me – from behind – and to cease and desist from watching life go by in the rear view mirror turning my attention and focus to what really mattered: His Presence, Peace, and Kingdom. Do you love His Law, His teaching and instruction? Do you have His Peace or is your offense looming larger than His Presence?