So I ride the city bus to school. The 7. It on occasion gets me to campus really late, on even more rare occasions gets me there early, but most recently it has been getting me there just in time. Sometimes the drivers that are friendly, sometimes you can tell they aren’t into the early morning thing either, or sometimes you can tell they feel like they’re driving a school bus for college kids. The driver for the morning route this semester has a new habit that none of the past drivers I’ve had ever really have done. He stops for every person. If he sees someone running towards the bus stop, he’ll stop. If they are clearly really late or not paying attention and a couple blocks from the stop, he will pull over and stop. Now, here’s where the point of my story starts to come in (I promise there’s a bit more of a point other than habits of Capitol Metro). The driver didn’t have to be so patient and keep watch out for all these late college kids running (or slowly meandering) to catch the bus. This man is giving me a quick lesson and reminder of grace. Just a glimpse of what it looks like for us undeserving people who can’t manage to get to the bus on time to experience grace. I laugh a bit when I think of the bus driver being an example of grace, but it’s true. “But God, who is rich in mercy, out of the great love with which he loved us even when we were dead through our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ- by grace you have been saved” Ephesians 2:4-5. Pretty much the point of this story is just a sweet reminder of what a great gift that has been given. In some form or fashion, we’re all late for the bus and it’s only with grace that we make it on time. Reality is, we all sin and mess up, or are too busy with other things to make it to the bus stop on time, but out of mercy and love, there is grace. Grace, unearned, yet openly given gift. God has given grace, and the bus drive has grace for us late sometimes slow poke college students. Sweet.
