Have you ever tried to drive on a flat tire?
The only time one should ever drive on a flat tire, is when there is an emergency, with no other option available. And even then it is highly inadvisable.
Driving on a flat tire is inviting even more trouble. If you have ever tried it, you know what I mean. Things get worse, never better. Most times you not only need to replace the tire, but the rim also becomes damaged and that means more time and money to repair and replace.
When we hit a rut in the road of life, it is a lot like getting a flat tire while driving. Especially if one is driving at a high rate of speed.
For example, there was that time back in the late 80s when I was delivering an older Buick to a small car lot in Minden, Nebraska. It was a nice sunny day and I had a couple hundred miles to go before reaching my destination. I'm doing 85mph on the Interstate with the windows down, radio blaring, and feeling like Wylie Coyote trying to chase down the Road Runner.
BAM! The right-rear tire blows out. The car starts to swerve and I'm doing my best to keep it from flipping over. I manage to keep it on all fours and get it over to the side of the road. I get out to take a look and I see there is barely any rubber left on the wheel. I look in the trunk to discover that there is a decent spare, but no jack. Fortunately, the crew boss was bringing up the rear and spotted me in time to slow down and pull in behind me. He was driving the van that was going to take all the drivers back home. Fortunately for me, it had a jack. So he left it with me and told me to hurry up and get back on the road. Then he sped off to catch up with the rest of the crew.
While I wasn't happy about him taking off and leaving me to change the tire all by myself, I was very glad that he had been behind me instead of in front of me, for this was a desolate stretch of road.
At that point in my life, I was living to squeeze as much pleasure out of life as I could. It would be another ten years before my wild and crazy living would bring me to my knees. When that happened, it was much like what happened to me when that car had a blowout. I barely made it to the side of the road of life. Then God sent me someone to help me in my time of need. The difference this time was that this person stuck around to help me change what needed changing in me.
I learned much from the man. He became my spiritual mentor and helped me to take an honest look at myself and how I had been living in total rebellion to God and His design for my life. He helped me to see that I wasn't only making a wreck out of my own life, but that I had been hurting and endangering those around me in the process. It was a life-changing experience, and I am still on that road-to-redemption to this day.
The big difference in my life now is that I am no longer seeking to see how much I can squeeze out of life. Instead I look to see how much life I can bring and share with others, just as it was brought and shared with me.