Friday, June 22, 2012

warnings and grace are so much better.....

Sweet round dreams. Of nothing that I can recall. And a new window screen. That is good too. Small mercies.

The long drive yesterday --to Rapid for his myesthenia doctor --was punctuated by two hitch hikers we picked up --a mother and her young man son. Turned out they were trying to get to Mobridge. Daughter having a baby. Their car had broken down. When we picked them, they were still about 140 miles from Mobridge --walking.

Of course, as soon as we entered the Reservation, and had entered a long stretch between the edge and the first town, a distance of about 25 miles, a cop going the opposite direction turned in his tracks and put his lights on.

Dang. I didn't know their radar systems worked in that direction....

So, I pulled over and waited... my second speeding ticket in my life....  Dang. He came up behind the window just like ya see on tv... him not knowing who or what was in the car... and I recognized him immediately --'hey,' I said. 'Didn't I baptize your son? Why haven't you been to church?'

And he blushed seven shades of crimson....

'I work weekends,' he said, and began the litany of excuses. Oh-hunh, I said.... and we shook hands. I didn't mean to get the upper hand so easily.... But he's young....

'How fast was I going?' I asked, knowing now that all the spirits in the area had taken all my guilty feelings and dumped them on him.

'73' he said.'The speed limit is 75 on the freeway only --back here, it's 65.'

'That's too fast,' I said.

'I'll give you a warning,' he said....

'What's that mean?'

'No fine, no court --just a warning,' he said.

Then, the talk inside the car ensued --the jurisdiction of each law enforcement agency --how one agency can stop us white folk, but not Natives --and other agencies can stop Natives, but not us.... It's historical and convoluted... and crazy.

What's really screwy is that I had been going under the speed limit all day... our new car has a little indicator with a gauge that tell you what your miles per gallon consumption is at the moment and for the entire trip. I'm trying to pop it up over 27 mpg and keep it there, which means going slowly for the most part --well, by slowly I mean under 65mph.... Once we picked up the hitch hikers, I wanted to get back to Eagle Butte before the sun went down so that they could continue their journey in day light.

See... it's their fault. (I say, laughing at myself, feeling like Eve caught with apple in my hand.)
Sigh....

There should only be one lawful jurisdiction on the Reservation... we should all be under the same law....

At prayer this morning (beginning at Romans 2:25)
Circumcision indeed is of value if you obey the law; but if you break the law, your circumcision has become uncircumcision.  
So, if those who are uncircumcised keep the requirements of the law, will not their uncircumcision be regarded as circumcision?  
Then those who are physically uncircumcised but keep the law will condemn you that have the written code and circumcision but break the law. 
For a person is not a Jew who is one outwardly, nor is true circumcision something external and physical.  
Rather, a person is a Jew who is one inwardly, and real circumcision is a matter of the heart – it is spiritual and not literal. Such a person receives praise not from others but from God.
Oh man... Paul had to really wring his hands and pace a lot and pull his beard to come up with those convolutions....

Grace --warnings and grace are so much better.... Law gets to be too much....

Amen.