Dry mouth, moist palms, pulse pounding, eyes darting over your shoulder, heart in your throat.

You know the feeling.

You know the moment.

You know exactly what it's like. Policemen have stirred more prayers than a thousand pulpits.

Upward prayers become backward thoughts,

What did I do? How fast was I going?

The policeman is standing at your door door no one likes the thought of judgment

first john four seventeen says perfect love expels all fear you need never fear

God's judgment not, not on judgment day.

With perfect knowledge of the past and perfect vision of the future, God loves you perfectly in spite of both.

Jesus is speaking on your behalf.

That's my friend, he says, and when he does,

the door of heaven opens.

Trust God's love, his perfect love. It can handle your fear of judgment and slower driving can handle your fear of policemen.