JOE LOPPY chugged and sputtered down Interstate. He could no longer keep
up with traffic in Fast Lane. Not that he was an antique car. Older
vehicles zipped along smoothly at 65 per. His muffler rasping and
dragging, he inched his way off Panic exit. Pumping his failing
brakes around the cloverleaf, he pulled in at Gas Station/Garage and
coasted to a halt.
With
a shudder and a shake, steam pouring from beneath his hood, Joe Loppy
switched off his ignition. Fumes belched from somewhere within him
for two full minutes before his engine-heart gave its final throb
with a heave and groan. A hubcap fell off with a clatter and rolled
back toward the highway.
Amused
Attendant sauntered toward him wiping greasy hands on a rag that he
stuck into the pocket of his overalls. Unable even to peer through
the smudged windshield, Attendant attacked it with a sloppy sponge
and squeegee. "You're in luck. We still give full service,"
he chuckled.
"I'm
afraid," Joe Loppy confessed, "that I need some major
attention."
"So
when was your last tune-up?"
"I.
. .I don't think I ever had one."
"What?"
cried wide-eyed Attendant.
"Well,
I was a new model ten years ago," Joe timidly ventured, "so
I didn't expect to need attention so soon. All my parts were spankin’
new right off the assembly line."
"I
can't believe this!" Attendant shook his head and slapped his
knees. "I'll have to turn you over to G.M."
"G.M.?"
"Yes.
Great Mechanic. Pull into the garage. Take the first bay. G.M. will
put you through Major Inspection and then you'll know the verdict."
Joe
Loppy felt as if he were entering a court room to stand trial for
murder. He dreaded Major Inspection because he never experienced one
before. Unable to start himself up again, he was humiliated when
Attendant, groaning and mumbling, had to push him into the bay.
Up,
up toward the ceiling went Joe Loppy on the hydraulic lift. Thus
elevated, he could not see Great Mechanic. He could only hear His
voice and submit to His scrutiny.
Joe
Loppy felt clamps and lines and wires being attached to his parts and
Celestial Computer switched on. After the beeps and lights and whirs
ceased, he was unhooked. In ominous silence he awaited G.M.'s
verdict.
"Where's
your Title?" inquired Great Mechanic. His voice was strong and
deep, but He didn't yell as Joe expected He might. He felt a little
less fearful. Joe fumbled in his glove compartment and handed over
his Vehicle Birth Certificate.
"Well,
well, you are one of Our originals—a genuine G.M. classic
model," declared Great Mechanic. "Why, you belong to My
Son! Didn't you know that we not only build new models, but we also
maintain them? You have a Lifetime Warranty, Joe! Why didn't you come
to Us sooner?"
"I
didn't know I was supposed to," admitted Joe sheepishly.
"Don't
you have Our Owner's Manual?" questioned G.M.
Another
shuffle in the glove compartment. "I recall seeing it somewhere
when I was still new," he murmured. Joe finally produced The
Book still sealed in its original plastic wrapper.
"My
Son and I intended that the Owner's Manual be a regular guide for
your good maintenance. You wouldn't be in such bad shape if you had
followed Our instructions from the beginning."
Joe
felt increasingly ill at ease, having run out of excuses.
"Had
regular tune-ups?" Asked G.M.
"Never
had one," answered Joe faintly.
"Inspections?
We have qualified workers, you know, who can help you maintain
standards of safety on The Road so you won't damage yourself or
others."
"None
of those either. Sorry." Joe Loppy confessed.
G.M.
proceeded to tap and feel Joe's body. Bumps and dents covered most of
his surface. "What a lot of unfortunate contacts! If you allow
dents like these to go unattended, your body will rust. You can't
keep an impact from occurring, but if you come to Me as dents happen,
I can attend to them."
Joe
winced, remembering the painful fender benders—and worse—that he
suffered from not-so-friendly contacts in traffic.
"You
must change all filters frequently. They pay for themselves in pure,
clean intake," G.M. advised. "Keep filled with clean oil so
everything will run smoothly." Joe couldn't remember the last
time he even checked his oil, let alone changed it.
"Noise
of any kind means trouble. Always find out the reason. Quiet means
you are performing well. The condition of your muffler is incredible,
Joe! Do you know how important your exhaust pipe is? You must have an
efficient emission system to get rid of waste fumes or everything
will back up. Suddenly you will have pollution inside if you don't
vent properly. And the pollution you produce will harm others.
"You
need new shock absorbers. Road conditions are unpredictable. You can
sustain much damage from potholes, especially downtown on Life Road."
Joe
felt dizzy trying to remember all the things he never did to keep
himself in good condition. "Woe is me! Have I come to You too
late? Will I ever recover?" he mumbled.
Great
Mechanic heard him and encouraged, "Sure you will, Joe! My Son
and I have been in the manufacture and body works business for
thousands of years, you know. We are universally known."
"Sir,
I don't doubt your ability, but I do have high mileage on my
odometer. Actually—it’s on its second time around. Maybe I'm
beyond help and not worth restoring? Wouldn't I be better off in Junk
Yard?" Joe shuddered.
"You
should see the wrecks that come to Us! We restore them like new and
put them right back on The Road again. It is never too late. We'll
have you shipshape in no time since you finally came to Us. That's a
promise.
"What's
more, your trade-in value at End of the Road is so high you can't
even calculate it. We invest in your restoration because My Son paid
a lot for you. When trade-in time does come, you wouldn't believe
what a wonderful new model you will become!" assured G.M.
Joe
Loppy's fear and apprehension at G.M.'s Major Inspection gave way to
anticipation. He shouted, "This is the best
thing that ever happened to me! I'm really sorry I put off coming to
You for so long. Please, Sir, take me in for the Complete
Overhaul and Restoration.
If I were human I guess I would call it 'becoming a new creation.' And . . .thanks, G.M!"
If I were human I guess I would call it 'becoming a new creation.' And . . .thanks, G.M!"
*****
from
THE RESOURCE BOOK
SERVICE
AND WARRANTIES
Appointment
for a check up and the right place to go: Psalm 140:23, 24; 107:13.
Confessing
the need for service, exams, tests: Psalm 26:2; 1 John 1:8-10; 1
Cor. 11:28; 2 Cor. 13:5.
New
models produced: 2 Cor. 5:17
Title
ownership and purchase price: 1 Cor. 12:27; 1 Cor. 6:20
Periodic
safety inspections: Heb. 13:17
Knowledge
of our poor condition: Psalm 103:14; Rom. 3:10-12
Need
for body work: 2 Cor. 4:16
Oil
change and clean filters: Psalm 23:5; 92:10b; 2 Cor. 7:1
Good
shock absorbers essential: Psalm 112:6a; 7b
Despair
about poor condition: Psalm 43:5
Quiet
performance: 1 Thess. 4:11
Intrinsic
value: Matt. 10:31; 12:12
Maintenance
needed: Jude 21
Driving
carefully and defensively: Rom. 12:17,18
Restoration
needed and promised: Psalm 23:3; 51:12; Eph. 4:23, 24
Trade-in
time is coming: 2 Cor. 5:1-3
Complete
overhaul guaranteed: Psalm 34:6; 145:14; 34:10b
Decision
for entire overhaul: Rom. 12:1
G.M.
keeps His word: 1 Thess. 5:24
Thankfulness
for blessings: 1 Thess. 5:18
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