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I got to taste a bite of life this past month that I haven’t tasted in ten years.

             I own one of the only houses on my block that doesn’t have a driveway or a garage.  I depend completely upon on-street public parking, and the two most convenient spots are the one in front of my half-double, and the spot in front of the other half of the double.  When we moved in over twenty years ago the neighbor in the other half of the double invited me to use the space in front of his house.  He had no need of it since he has a two-car driveway and a two-car garage.

I parked in that space for a little over twenty years.

Then suddenly, last year, something happened.  I’m not sure what I did, but my neighbor got angry with me and stopped talking to me.  When I said “Hi!” he would wave with only his middle finger, and when I tried to talk to him about what was bothering him, he wished me unfavorable eternal predestination.  To make my life more difficult, he applied to the town council to turn “his” space (it’s not really his – it’s public parking on the street that happens to be in front of his house) into a handicapped parking space.  He told the borough manager when he applied that he was only doing it to anger his neighbor, and that he had no intentions of using the space.

But my neighbor has some good friends on the town council, and the ‘good ole boy’ system worked.  The measure was pushed through.  I appealed, but they said that they could only rescind the handicapped parking space if it was demonstrated that the space was not being used for that purpose.  They encouraged me to keep a record of my neighbor’s use of the space.

So I did.  In forty-seven weeks he used the space for about one hour.

This past week I took my findings to the town council – outlined and typed up, a copy for every member of council.  I handed out my report and then presented my case to the council.  ‘The good ole boys’ on the council tried to attack me on several irrelevant points;  I drew their attention to the fact that their points were irrelevant, and so did the borough’s attorney.  The only point that I needed to make was that my neighbor had not used the space, and they had said they would rescind the measure if I could make that point.  And I had.

Finally one of the ‘good ole boys’ said there was nothing left to do but vote on the matter.  They went around one by one, each council member giving their vote.  It ended up tied – three in favor of removing the sign, three opposed.  The measure to rescind did not pass.  The handicapped sign would stay.

The facts I presented didn’t matter.  They were completely ignored, and the three good ole boys who voted against me didn’t have to explain their rationale to me or to anyone.  They just voted “nay”.  Other citizens in the room just nodded in disgust and told me afterward what a travesty the decision was and how badly they felt for me.  I appreciated their sympathy, but the outcome is still the same.

The fact that I can’t park in front of my house is only a slight personal inconvenience.  The thing that gnawed at my heart was not the outcome, but the complete injustice of the decision.  I was disappointed that these council members – men that I had grown up with, men that I had been taught to respect, and whom I had respected – were corrupt.  It sounded like too harsh a word, but this was political corruption;  corruption on a small scale and corruption regarding a matter that was of no consequence in the larger scheme of things – but corruption nonetheless.

As I tasted that bitter fruit firsthand, I couldn’t help but think of those who have experienced such exasperating corruption in bigger ways:  people who wouldn’t be allowed in certain restaurants or seats in a bus because of the color of their skin;  people who were hustled into labor camps and put to death because they were born with the name Goldberg or Finkelstein;  and Jesus himself who did absolutely nothing wrong, but was framed, tried, found guilty, scourged, and crucified.  The sense of helpless exasperation I felt leaving that council room was nothing compared to what these and many other folks have experienced and endured in their lifetimes.

I made my soul take note of this.  I decided that disciplining myself to respond graciously, praying and seeking for eventual reconciliation with my embittered neighbor and continuing to live joyfully in Christ is what God would have me to do next.  A lost parking spot is nothing compared to the corruption and injustices that many of my Christian brothers and sisters around the world experience.  If I can’t handle this matter graciously, how could I ever kid myself into thinking that I could handle that sort of weighty and cruel persecution?

But Christians do.

And I can…by the grace of God.

 

 

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