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For nearly two years I have arrived at my empty office parking lot at 5:30 am with a wide-open choice of spots. My preferred space is relatively close to the main entrance next to a handicap spot where I can park in such a way that I can simply leave later by pulling forward and loop out of the parking lot without ever backing up.
I have come to expect that this parking spot will be available every day . . . in the recesses of my thought life, I am realizing that it has become “My Space”. But then the unthinkable happened on a recent morning when I was a few minutes behind my self-imposed “get-to-work” schedule. A single other worker had managed to arrive at the office building before me . . . and out of more than 120 parking spots . . . he chose to park in “My Space”.
Numerous less-than-sanctified questions raced through my mind. Should I leave a note? Flatten his tires? Should I have a few other guys help me pick up his car and re-park it where it belongs . . . next to the dumpster? In reality, my personal indignation foamed over a matter that is purely trivial, but it brings to mind that indeed we live in a world that is more than glad to seize “Our Space” with little more than selfish preoccupied motives.
But there is another parking space . . . a space that belongs to all of us . . . a space that was suddenly occupied some 2,000 years ago. Though this space was reserved for all who would rebel against their Creator, I Thessalonians 5:9 tells us . . .
“For God did not appoint us to suffer wrath but to receive salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ. He died for us so that, whether we are awake or asleep, we may live together with him. Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.”
This is David “JB” Miller reminding you today that there was a space where sin and sinner were destined to perish because a holy God can not coexist in the presence of evil. But thanks be to God that this space was mercifully filled for us . . . on a cross . . . on a hill called Golgotha . . . just outside the Jerusalem of that day . . . you know . . . the one certain parking spot for the soul that should have been . . .
. . . “My Space”.