We don’t. We should. We say, “I just push it by five miles an hour. I’m good.”
Me too. Similarly, I only lie on weekends.
“Speed fudging? I won’t get a ticket. It’s reasonable!”
“I only stole one Snickers, Dad. Ricky stole five!”
Ah, the sliding scale of sin. We’ve all tried that ride.
My dad: “You may not get caught today, or tomorrow. But someday, you will.”
Translation: “Your sins will find you out.”
Radar detectors watching for cops. Kids watching for teachers while smoking in the boys room. Life hacks for lawbreaking.
Cheating athletes? “Dishonest!” Fraudulent politicians? “Disgraceful!” Bending driving safety rules? “Um, okay.”
Speed limit 70? We do 75. Maybe 80? 82?
Absolutely. You decide your speed limit.
Until you don’t.
Why are some rules firm, like job attendance, bill paying, or marital faithfulness? But speeding? Negotiable!
Your sins will find you out.
Make Dad proud. Leave early. Drive the speed limit. Leave excuses in the driveway.
And relax! No more fear of tickets!