That Guy

I’m driving down the highway this morning.  It’s early.  The sun isn’t up yet and there’s very little traffic on the road.  I see him approaching, though there’s very little time between when I first notice the headlights and the beginning of him riding my bumper.

I don’t want to be that guy.

A friend of mine is in a custody fight for her children.  Her ex doesn’t want the kids but he doesn’t want to pay child support either.  The courts have it all worked out so that the kids are hurt, no one wins, no good will come of it.

I don’t want to be that guy.

Last night my wife criticized something I was working on.  I lost my temper and spoke harshly, unlovingly to my bride of twenty-three years.

I don’t want to be that guy.

Funny that the more I stand for me, protecting myself, living for myself, the more I become like that guy.

I want to be the guy that stands up and shouts the praises of his God.  I want to be the guy that loves beyond reason, beyond hope, not for what he gets but for what he has the priviledge of giving.  I want to be the guy that would die for his country, unapologetically but without arrogance – American.  I want to be the guy that you can trust, you can count on, you would die beside.  I want to be the guy that is a good friend, a strong man, a holy warrior for the cause of Jesus Christ.

Funny, but it seems the closer I hold on to Jesus, the more I become the man I want to be.

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