Got Turbo?

Over the years, Steve's dad has had many cars. I think there is a different car each time we come for a visit. I remember one time that he told us he was trying to cut down on the car expense so he sold one expensive car and bought two old Mercedes (I think that is right). We were always shocked at the cars, which were almost always nicer than any car we ever dreamed of having.

On one of our trips to visit Steve's parents, we were surprised to be picked up at the airport in a new, red Dodge Ram truck. This was a big truck with the four wheels in the back (if I remember correctly). We climbed in and I am pretty sure I had to sit on the back bench seat thing that is smaller than the backseat of a Pinto. He needed a truck because, 1. men like trucks. 2. he hauls things. and 3. he just got a boat so he needed something to pull it with.

On this particular trip we were lucky enough to be invited to go to Mexico with Steve's parents to a resort. So after a very stressful day of trying to leave (there was an interruption to the plans and we ended up having to help someone move, someone went to jail, and the police raided someone's house), we left around 7PM for our trip. Steve and I got the back, bench seat, like little kids. We had to sit sideways for several hours. It is funny how the driver never has to experience his back seat to know how horrible it really is. So off we went to Mexico.

The resort was a huge disappointment and joke of a place. It was in ruins. The bedrooms were dirty. The golf course hadn't been taken care of. The pool wasn't open and the hot tub was filthy. But there were free drinks to help you forget everything. We made the best of it for a couple of days of relaxation and then made our trip back to L.A. We had to stop to try to find some prescription drugs that are cheaper in Mexico, which meant trying to find a quack, I mean doctor, who would help write a prescription. After doing that, we headed for the boarder. There was a huge line up of cars waiting to cross so we ended up sitting in the truck (bench seat again) for several hours.

It was at the boarder crossing that we came side to side with another Dodge Ram truck that was just like Steve's dad's truck, only blue. So Steve's dad rolled the window down and started chatting with the driver about his truck. They both loved their trucks. Then the blue truck guy asked Steve's Dad, "How do you like the turbo?" And Steve's dad responded, "I didn't get the turbo." Mr. Blue said, "Yes you did. It says it right on the side of the truck." We all laughed and Steve's dad felt silly for not knowing he had a turbo. We sat a few more eternities there at the boarder until finally we drove home.

My spiritual analogy: The Holy Spirit is like our turbo. All Christians have the Holy Spirit in their lives. Many times we don't realize it though and we don't use the power that comes from Him being in our lives. So let me be the one to tell you that you do in fact have turbo!