Law & Order

This morning was my third trip out to Pontyclun to give a Lenten address on the Exodus story. I was only just punctual, having left it a little later to depart than usual. Also it was raining. I was delighted to see very little diminishment in the congregation that gathered to listen. I shared thoughts with them about the divine gift of law, how the very survival of the Exodus people in the wilderness depended on them being bonded together by their social order and a moral code that enabled them to live with their differences and manage disputes, to accompany their acquisition of desert survival skills. Then it was home for lunch, before heading into the office for a few hours, in among the enforcers of order when it comes to parking around the city.  

The regulations are meant to help de-congest the roads leading in and out of town, and prevent vehicle users from parking stupidly and dangerously. So many drivers act as if they were the only people needing to stop wherever they will, believing firmly in their right to do so, or to be an exception to the norm. I'm not sure how traffic wardens cope as well as they do with the angry abusers and barrack room lawyers, try to persuade them to tear up tickets issued or threatening something nasty if they don't.

How many ways can someone say at the end of such conversations 'See you in court', and not be understood?