So, last weekend we made one of our trips to Fresno. I drove a good portion of the way in the dark. It was also raining. I despise driving in the rain. I was also listening to some music, probably my EFY play list on my iPhone.
As I was driving I had some random thoughts come through my mind. About the Savior.
Now, having any dots of rain on my windshield drives me absolutely bonkers. So I run them, and watch the rain be simply wiped off, so I can once again see where I am going.
The completely random thought that came through my head was that: our Savior is like windshield wipers. He is there, constantly wiping away our faults. Constantly forgiving us for whatever sins we exhibit during our everyday lives.
Then I thought about each of us. Now, I believe that all my readers are members of the church. It's something that we each choose to do. Whether we were baptized at age 8, 18, or 99, it's something that we each decided to do. It's something that we committed to. What did we commit to do? I think we made a commitment to live our lives like Christ lived his.
Then I thought about each of us, how we live our lives, in our own vehicles if you will. Each person around us throws rain spots on our windshields... whether it be by something they said to us, something they did to us, a choice someone else makes that we don't approve of, etc. The list could go on forever.
Then I thought how each of us must have our own set of windshield wipers in our individual lives. Simply wiping away and letting go of the things that the people in our lives throw on to us.
What happens when our individual windshield wipers cease to work? Our windows become riddled with rain spots from other people. Just sitting there, needing to be wiped off. But when the windshield wipers cease to work, the rain drops that other people launch onto us, stay there, thus prohibiting us from seeing through the window. What happens when we can't see out the window? We come in danger of crashing, whether it be into another car, a guard rail, a boulder, a person, or a snow pile.
What causes our windshield wipers to stop working? Maybe it's pride, selfishness, jealousy, thinking that everyone else should live their lives a certain way, etc. Once they begin working again, then we will no longer be in danger of crashing, and thus we will be saving our own life in the long run.
What causes our windshield wipers to begin working again? Perhaps forgiveness, faith, selflessness, service, letting go of pride, or use of the atonement.
When they begin working again, what is the result? Perhaps we can see our vision of who we are supposed to be, children of God. Perhaps being able to see clearly again, we can see the needs of those around us, and thus be able to serve them.
So, my rhetorical question for this post is: Are your windshield wipers working, making it possible to see around you? If not, what do you need to do in order to fix them?
