— The Dream Car
My brother James was 19 years old and I was 17 when we pulled into the Chevrolet dealership. As brothers we shared a number of interest, and cars was a passion for both of us. At 17 I had already own three different cars. My first was a 1966 Mustang. After about 6 months the Mustang was replaced with a 1964 Chevy Chevelle Malibu SS. It was a screaming machine. After a few months with the Malibu, a 1968 Z28 Camaro caught my eye and soon became my new girlfriend. The Camaro and I entered into a long term relationship until college caused her to be replaced with a Toyota Corolla, yuk!
On this day the plan was to buy a new 1972 Corvette. James had saved his money and was ready to buy his dream car. The salesman didn’t seem to take us serious until James convinced him that he was ready to pay for it, and drive it off the lot. There on the showroom floor was any car lover’s dream. It was a Targa Blue LT1 Corvette with T-tops and gray leather interior. The sticker price was $5,800. (Of course gasoline was .25 a gallon and I walked up hill both ways to school barefooted in the snow.)
Imagine two teenage boys in a brand new Corvette pulling away from the dealership. The T-tops were stored in their covers in the back. The wind was blowing. The engine rumbled as the rpm reached shift change. We were smiling ear to ear. There was little talking, but together we were just enjoying the moment. What normally would have been a 30 minute drive home, became a 2 hour excursion.
When we pulled up into the driveway at home the garage door was already open. Dad had made a place in the garage especially designated for the new addition to the family. We pulled into the garage and for a moment we both sit there quietly. I will never forget what my brother said as we sat in our dream car. He turned off the engine, rested his hand on the gear shift, looked down and said, “It’s just not what I thought it would be.” I had to agree.
We had so built it up in our minds that the right car would bring some type of euphoria. Now, finally experiencing it, left such a disappointment. Ecclesiastes 2:10,11 Solomon shared the same feeling when he wrote, “Whatever my eyes desired I did not keep from them. I did not withhold my heart from any pleasure, for my heart rejoiced in all my labor; and this was my reward from all my labor. Then I looked on all the works that my hands had done and on the labor in which I had toiled; and indeed all was vanity and grasping for the wind. There was no profit under the sun.” NKJV
Only Jesus satisfies the heart. You can try to fill the void with any treasure, but only Christ Jesus gives true fulfillment.
I prayed for you,