A
few years ago, our city fathers decided to revamp the traffic
patterns in the city’s core. It seems that it was not
fashionable to retain any one-way streets for major arterials.
Whether or not this was a real impediment to progress, 11th
and 12th Streets were not allowed to function any longer
as the separate up-from-downtown, and down-into-town traffic conduits
that they had been.
Tacoma’s
city center sits on the bank of Commencement Bay, with the port
around the next curve to the south and east, and a lightly developed
waterfront — a combination of modest businesses and narrow
strips of public park — around the curve to the north. You
can’t go any farther east without going into the drink.
From
there, the land rises steeply for several blocks; there’s a
reason the residential area that begins where the downtown area ends
is called Hilltop. From the south edge of downtown the uphill climb
is less severe, or mild after reaching the north boundary; but from
the center, it’s steep.
So
now, instead of three lanes going up the hill from the commercial
core, 11th Street is one lane for each direction plus a
center two-way left turn lane. (Theoretically, 12th
Street would do the same thing, and the traffic load would be split,
but it doesn’t originate at the baseline to go straight
through, and by the time you can switch over to it, no one does.)
Now,
the problem with this was not only that all the same people were
driving up the hill on 11th Street, as they were
accustomed, in one lane, but there were now people coming downhill
and wishing to turn left across their path.
The
intersection with Tacoma Avenue, running north and south, is the
location of the main public library on one side of 11th and
the county courthouse on the other side. It’s a pair of major
destinations, and is the boundary of what is considered downtown.
At
9th Street (10th Street drops out of existence
for most of this stretch), the hazard of the steep grade was provided
for with a left turn arrow in the traffic light cycle. Both
directions get an arrow while the straight-through traffic waits for
a red light. This is safe and sensible, and the hazards of the 11th
Street intersection are identical — but the powers that be did
not provide for such a left turn signal.
It
is impossible to see for certain, unless it’s a truck (which is
taller), whether anyone is coming uphill at you until they start to
crest the hill. Drivers have the turn lane, but no safety on the
signal. If someone is barreling up that hill too fast, and you’re
trying to make a left hand turn across their path, you might be in
the process of your turn before you see them coming at you. It’s
dicey at times.
Now,
because people have actually hit me with cars in the past, I am a bit
skittish about such things. In this spot, I will turn right to the
library, but if I need to go left I prefer to go down to the next
block, where the sight lines are good, and turn there.
I
would much rather be careful and go around the block than try to
decide that no one is coming. Most of the time, if I need to go
north, I just go to 9th Street and down, where I have the
safety of that left-turn-only arrow.
One
day as I came down 11th Street I watched a car move into
the left turn lane as the light turned yellow. The driver had not
quite reached the intersection yet, and would have to wait.
But
no, the driver wasn’t going to do anything that sensible —
he gunned the car and shot into the turn from a point short of the
intersection, a point where he was unable to tell whether or not
anyone was coming.
I
held my breath, horrified, until — by pure dumb luck —
the car cleared the turn unscathed and drove north. I was afraid I
was going to be witness to a crash, which in retrospect could even
have sent one of the vehicles spinning into mine. Someone could have
been killed to save probably two minutes.
Why
do we do such stupid things? Why do we all, every one of us, do
things we shouldn’t do when we know better?
Sometimes
we think we’re invincible. Sometimes we think we’re too
tired right now to take the time to do the right thing, and we’ll
make it up later. Or we rationalize that this instance isn’t
really important. Some think the rules don’t actually apply to
them, while some are struggling with uncertain efforts that are
falling short. And, well, nothing bad happened last time so why
should it be a problem this time?
Paul
told the Romans, “For the good that I would I do not: but the
evil which I would not, that I do.” (Romans 7:19) In other
words, he was describing the dilemma of knowing but not matching up
our actions in reality. That’s the warfare between the natural
man, as King Benjamin also described, and the spiritually born self.
Why
did I eat that, we groan the next day, when I knew it would do this
to me? (But it tasted so good.)
Why
did I let myself get angry, when I knew I needed to be patient? (I’m
having a hard time too.) Why didn’t I follow that prompting,
when my child/friend/fellow servant needed me? (I was
tired/preoccupied/unsure.) These are the wrestles of someone who is
aware but not yet perfected in action — which would be all of
us.
More
serious are the lapses that are destructive. The recovering
alcoholic who takes just one drink because it’s a special
occasion, and it will be all right, won’t it? Just once won’t
hurt. Or the choice to indulge a spirit of retribution rather than
struggle to find forgiveness, perhaps. It wouldn’t take long
to make up a list.
King
Benjamin told his people that he could not tell them all the ways in
which they could commit sin (taking away the idea that if it’s
not “on the list,” it must be all right, I can
rationalize and justify it) but they would know by opening their
hearts and walking in prayer and charity, day by day, what was good
and true.
Goodness
is spiritually begotten and spiritually discerned. It has to be
spiritually maintained.
The
call of the prophets through the ages is the same: repent and return
to a loving God, who waits, and longs, to bless you. Isaiah 55:6-7
says, “Seek ye the LORD while he may be found, call ye
upon him while he is near: Let the wicked forsake his way, and the
unrighteous man his thoughts: and let him return unto the
LORD, and he will have mercy upon him; and to our God, for he will abundantly
pardon.”
This
is a personal, individual, eternal promise. It is made to us even
when we have begun and fallen down again. He invites us to rise up.
“Therefore
if any man be in Christ,” Paul wrote the Corinthians,” he is
a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are
become new.”
We
become new. The empty, longing places are filled. That is the
meaning of being born again, where his light shines in us. If we
strive to stay in that space, we gain experience; he teaches and
strengthens us. As we learn to rely on him, our griefs are healed
and our hearts become open. The changes in us, as we find and choose
a spiritual life, solidify with time and obedience.
We
all stumble. We each fall short. Sometimes we do give in to anger,
envy, old patterns, or indifference. Sometimes temptation is too
tempting or righteousness is too daunting. Our life is full of
zig-zags, but the one perfect person that ever walked this earth
understands that. He himself learned line upon line, the scriptures
say. What matters most is that our course, as the economists would
say, is trending upwards.
I
am thankful that his arms are always open to us, and that we become
less prone to stupidness or pettiness as we walk with our Heavenly
Father in prayer, study, and service. Our fallen, fallible nature
may be all too obvious at times, but we have a divine nature, too,
and his love always sees that in us.
Walk
with me, he promises, and someday the best will be all there is.
Marian J. Stoddard was born in Washington, D.C., and grew up in its Maryland suburbs. Her
father grew up in Carson City, Nevada, and her mother in Salt Lake City, so she was always
partly a Westerner at heart, and she ended up raising her family in Washington State. Her family
took road trips all over the United States and Canada, so there were lots of adventures.
The adventures of music, literature, and art were also valued and pursued. Playing tourist always
included the local museums as well as historical sites and places of natural beauty. Discussions
at home, around the dinner table or working in the kitchen, could cover politics, philosophy, or
poetry, with the perspective of the gospel underlying all. Words and ideas, and testimony and
service, were the family currency.
Marian graduated from Winston Churchill High School in Potomac, Maryland, and attended the
University of Utah as the recipient of the Ralph Hardy Memorial Scholarship, where she was
graduated with honors, receiving a B.A. in English. She also met the love of her life, a law
student, three weeks after her arrival; she jokes that she had to marry him because her mother
always wanted a tenor in the family. (She sings second soprano.) They were married two years
later and have six children and six grandchildren (so far). She treasures her family, her friends,
and her opportunities to serve.
Visit Marian at her blog, greaterthansparrows. You can contact her at
bloggermarian@gmail.com.
Marian and her husband live in Tacoma, Washington. Together they teach those who are
preparing to go to the temple for the first time, and she also teaches a Stake Relief Society
Institute class.