Mercy on a Sunday Morning

I started out a little late heading to church that morning.  Not real late, maybe 5 minutes or so.  I drove a little faster as a result.  About a mile and a half down the road I heard a siren

  behind me. Looking in my rear view mirror, I saw the  blue lights.“Uh-oh. He wants me to pull over.”  I wonder how long he’s followed me and I didn’t see him I thought. I moved right and turned into the nearest gas station.  The officer got out of the car, looked at my license plate, and approached my window. 

“Good morning officer” I said, dreading what came next.

“Where ya headed this morning?” he asked. 

“Church” I said. My typically alto voice had suddenly become a tenor.

“The reason I pulled you over is that you were going 51 in a 35mph zone.”

“Oh, I had no idea” I said, realizing a moment later that was probably a bad thing to say since it told him I hadn’t been paying  attention to the speedometer.

I handed him my license and registration and he headed back to his car.

I sighed. These cost a lot of money  I said to myself. I began to try to figure out how much I'd have to pay.  About five minutes later, he came back with a paper in his hand.  “I’m gonna give you a warning this morning.  No fine, no points. Slow it down and drive safely”, he said.

“Thank you” I said, emphasizing the word “thank”.  I knew I deserved a ticket. Then he was gone. 

I breathed a sigh of relief and thanked God for the officer’s mercy on me that morning and drove on to church.  

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