A young man in the Plymouth Brethren assembly in which my dad was converted had purchased an automobile. That was a rarity in Glasgow, one of the poorest cities in the western world, mired in the depths of the great depression. So he was pretty proud of himself.
His fatal mistake occurred when he decided to impress one of the elders by taking him out for a drive. Naturally, he drove the car as fast as he could. When the drive was over, he turned eagerly to the elder and asked what he thought. The older man fixed a steely gaze upon him, and spoke these words: “Young man, I think you’re tempting the Lord.”




