I hate to admit it but I have a tinge of rebelliousness that I have had all of my life.  It began early in life when I hated to read, so I learned to read the first chapter of a book and then the last chapter before I wrote my book-report and could fill in the missing gaps that I didn’t read.

When I began to drive, I found it very difficult to come to a complete stop before looking both ways and proceeding with caution.  I would look both ways, but found ways to use a California stop (slowing down at a stop sign, but never coming to a complete stop before proceeding on your way).

I have a hard time when it comes to lines that try to keep you between them.  When there are several lines without any people in them, I have had a tendency to lift the lines and go directly to where people are standing.  Why go back and forth in the lines when you can get to your destination more quickly.

I hate to admit it, but I have had my share of 8 hour classes that seek to scare you into driving more defensively.  You would think that these boring classes would convince me to drive differently so that I wouldn’t have to endure these painful experiences.  Unfortunately the rebellious thread pushes against conformity.

Today I may have finally found out where my rebellious thread came from.  I was talking with my mom as I have sought to do on a daily basis.  Over the past week, her nursing home has had quarantine for all the residents because of a flu epidemic.  Five of the residents were taken to the hospital and so they ordered all the residents to stay in their rooms until they sterilized the whole facility.  Mom has developed cabin fever, so today she couldn’t stand it any longer and began to walk the halls.  No other residents would come out, but she did.  She said that if she heard one of the workers coming down the halls, she would hide so that they couldn’t see her.  Here is where I got my rebelliousness.  My Mother.  She is my hero.

I also see that Jesus was a rebel, especially when it came to the Pharisee laws.  He came to change the way people worshipped the Lord.  Now I’m not seeking to justify my rebellious acts.  There is no justification for disobeying the rules of the road which is where my greatest rebellion takes place.  I’m just saying that rebellious threads come from places that are sometimes closest to us.

On this journey, there are times when going outside the lines are warranted as in the case of Jesus.  Be careful where you choose to rebel.