The Weekend I Drove a Red Corvette – blowing the doors off the ordinary

I walked from the car rental counter out to the parking lot, looking for my car in the space with the same number as my paperwork. There it was. A beige Corolla. To its left was a slightly less beige Corolla; to the right was a slightly more beige Corolla. I opened the trunk to put my garment bag inside and heard a voice from behind, right at my shoulder.

“Do you want the red Corvette or the silver one?”

I turned around and saw a rental car employee. He reached into the trunk and pulled out my garment bag.

“The red …?” I said as I followed him. He did have my garment bag, after all.

“I’ve got two Corvettes on the lot and I don’t want to keep them here over the weekend. Do you want the red one or the silver one?” He pointed to the two cars sitting side by side.

“Same price as the Corolla?”

He nodded.


He showed me how to retract the roof, where the luggage would fit behind the seat, and sent me on my way.

So I went on my way.

In a red Corvette.


Desert Highway

The flight from Northern California landed me seventy miles from the conference hotel. I’d always rented nondescript subcompacts to drive from the small airport to the conference every year up to then. A nondescript car is a mismatch to the extraordinary desert scenery along Interstate 10 east of Los Angeles.

This time I had a car to match the road.

Did I open it up to see what it could do? No. Landing oneself in the hoosegow on the way to a judicial conference is considered bad form.

The conference lasted four days. In the evenings, after spending all day in windowless conference rooms, I’d get in the car, put the top down, and drive through the desert drinking in the scenery and the desert fragrance.

I never did that in a subcompact car.

Extraordinary Living

Driving a beige subcompact or a red convertible analogizes well to life. Ordinary or extraordinary – the choice God offers is clear.

I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full. (John 10:10.)

Too often I choose the nondescript subcompact way of life and it takes someone coming along and grabbing my luggage, leading me to the red convertible sports car, and putting the keys in my hand to make me realize there is a better drive at hand. That someone might be a friend, or a writer, or a singer, but I am convinced they are all sent by the One who is the true Author of Life. (Acts 3:11-16.)

This is the extraordinary life Jesus promised:

But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth. (Acts 1:8.)

And this is the extraordinary life Paul spoke of:

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. (Romans 15:13.)

So trust God: jump in, start the engine, and drive. You’re in for an extraordinary ride.

And unlike that red Corvette, you don’t have to hand the keys back at the end of the weekend.

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6 Responses to The Weekend I Drove a Red Corvette – blowing the doors off the ordinary

  1. Tim says:

    P.S. The silver Corvette went to the young woman who’d been behind me at the rental counter.

  2. Headless Unicorn Guy says:

    Just for you, Judge Tim:

  3. Hi Tim, Remember me? You kindly posted “Faith in the Storm” for me a while back, where I asserted that God has the power to calm the storm, or hold us safely while the storm rages. Well, the storm is still raging, and I have begun to wonder whether it will ever stop. Or, to use the analogy of this post of yours, I am trudging through the desert with no end in sight. So unfortunately, reading this post made me cry. Honestly, are you kidding me right now? Telling me that the Christian life is like riding in a convertible with the top down, enjoying the desert, makes me wonder what kind of Christian I am, what I am doing wrong to be stuck here in this miserable desert.
    To completely change metaphors, even climate zones, this poem that I wrote conveys what I’m talking about:
    or maybe this YouTube video:

    Thank you for being along for the journey! Maureen

    • Tim says:

      This post is about settling, not about prosperity. I think there are really hard times – disease, desertion, death, more – that Christians face. Those would be the topic of another post entirely.

      I’m praying for you in what you’re facing now.

      • Thank you, Tim! I really appreciate you praying for us. I reread the post with the idea of settling in my mind and it helped. I do believe that the life God offers us is so much better than anything else, but the problem is knowing and doing His will when times are hard. A few weeks ago, after a night of begging God to bring something good out of our situation, and then receiving the next morning an email that made things much, much worse, I tried to give up praying and talking to God, but I just couldn’t keep it up. It is such an integral part of my life that I found myself doing it and then having to tell myself, “No”, so after 10 days or so I gave it up. But I no longer feel like I know what God’s will is for our situation, so all I’ve got is “Thy will be done”. Which is an okay attitude, I guess, but it doesn’t feel particularly extraordinary right now. A few weeks ago, I read in my study bible a note on John 15:11 which declared, “The Christian way is never dreary” and began a poem,
        “The Christian way is never dreary
        Joy fills his life in every way
        I read these words when I was weary
        And dear God, I don’t know what to say…”
        So I’ve said it now – thank you for listening. Maureen

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