Ivor Williams traditionally had a big breakfast with his children on a Saturday morning.
Because of this, he obtained a criminal conviction, and was numbered with the transgressors.
It happened this way.
It was a day in Spring, last year, when Ivor sat down with his younger children to eat breakfast. His wife, Beth, had taken the car and was driving two of their children to a modelling exhibition in a nearby city. The boys had built many models and were keen to see others who practised their hobby. Beth was a law-abiding citizen in every way, but on that occasion she didn’t notice a change in the speed limit, and ended up travelling faster than the signposts decreed. The first Ivor or Beth knew of the matter was when a speeding ticket turned up in the post. Because Ivor was the registered keeper of the car, the ticket came to him. He was presented with three options.
The first option was to declare himself the driver of the car, pay a penalty, go on a driver’s awareness course, and receive points on his licence.
The second option was to swear that the car was in fact, off the road, and no longer in use.
The third option was to identify the driver of the car, and inform the State of the driver’s identity, and have him or her pay the fine, and accept the penalty.
Ivor immediately discounted the first two options. The first option, because he hadn’t been driving, but only eating breakfast. The second option he could not choose, because he didn’t want to disobey the teaching of Jesus Christ, when he said, “and do not swear, neither by heaven or earth, but let your ‘yes’ be ‘yes’ and your ‘no’ be ‘no’.” Besides, the car wasn’t ‘off the road’, so he couldn’t in all honesty choose that option.
Beth was willing to undergo the “State Reeducation Programme” as Ivor called it. Like many well-educated people, Beth was reluctant to do anything of which the state did not approve, but also, being a responsible wife, she was willing to pay for her error. She didn’t want Ivor to get into trouble for her sake. She was a noble woman in every way, and a willingness to accept responsibility for her transgressions was just one of her excellent attributes.
But Ivor found the whole idea of becoming a State informant morally repugnant. Didn’t the Bible say, ‘what God has joined together let no man put asunder’? Wasn’t the State now trying to separate a man from his wife, by saying ‘you must hand your wife over to us, for re-education, because she has done something wrong! She has transgressed! She has committed an offence!’
Ivor believed there were three kinds of wrong-doing. Sins, crimes, and offences. The first of these, sins, occurred when men disobeyed God. If a man stole something, or coveted someone, or failed to love his neighbour, then he was sinning. Sins were trespasses primarily committed against God.
Crimes required a victim, and involved a trespass by one man towards another. If a man caused another man injury, or loss or damage to his property, then a crime was committed. Generally speaking a crime would need to be pre-meditated, and often would also be a sin, such as when Cain killed Abel.
The third type - offences - were transgressions created by the State. For instance, King Nebuchadnezzar had decreed an offence when he commanded all the people to bow down before his golden statue. Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego had committed an offence against the State because they refused to bow before the idol. But their loyalty to the Lord God was greater than their allegiance to the State, so they offended the State rather than contravene God’s command. Breaking a rule of the State was preferred than breaking a commandment of God.
King Darius had done a similar thing when he outlawed prayer. Daniel had committed an offence by praying to the Lord, contrary to the decree of the State, but he judged his relationship with God more important than the King’s edict.
On the back of these thoughts, Ivor decided to make some enquiries. Had Beth committed a crime? Had anyone been injured? Had any property been damaged? Were the police sure they had the right car? Because Ivor was in no hurry, and because he wanted to slow down the bureaucratic procedures as much as possible, he did not phone, nor did he email the police. He wrote letters.
The answers came back slowly. There was a photo of Ivor’s car, travelling, it was alleged, at 59 miles per hour in a 50 mile zone. No, the correspondent assured Ivor, not to worry. There had been no injury to any one, nor had there been any property damage. Aha, thought Ivor. My wife has not committed any crime, this is just the State being petulant (as it often is, he thought). “You drove too fast on our road” was the State’s claim. “But nobody was hurt” was Ivor’s unspoken reply. “But someone could have been!” Ivor thought to himself, arguing the State’s case. “Yes,” Ivor replied to himself, “and somebody could be hurt by my chickens - but nobody has been! So does that mean I must get rid of my chickens - because they might hurt someone. Or, if a father didn’t put his son on a home education register, and the State finds out, has a crime been committed, even though the child has not been harmed in any way?”
And so it was that Ivor wrote to the police department. “I’m a Christian,’ he said, ‘and I am called to love my neighbour. My neighbour was using my car, but nobody was hurt, nothing was damaged. I know who the driver is, but it smacks more of being like Judas Iscariot to inform you who it was, when no crime has been committed. I want to be like Jesus Christ, not like Judas, so I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you who was driving my car.”
Of course that was a red-rag to a bull.
A few weeks later Ivor received another letter. This time it was from the courts. He was being charged with driving at excessive speed and withholding information from the police. He would soon be called to court.
But Ivor never went. He believed in the proverb “Like a sparrow in its flitting, like a swallow in its flying, a curse that is causeless does not alight.” Thereafter he just threw letters from the court in the bin. His life carried on as normal. Absolutely nothing happened.
Until one day Ivor went to rent a car from a local car-hire agency. When they checked his licence they couldn’t obtain insurance, because he now had a conviction. So he was unable to hire the car.
Beth had to hire it instead.
Ivor had to laugh at the irony. He had only been eating breakfast with his children.
And the one with the lead-foot was the one permitted to drive.
What a crazy world.
And so it was that Ivor Williams was numbered with the transgressors. Beth thought he was mental (although she had to admit, life with her husband was never dull). But Ivor slept easily. When should a man hand his wife over to the State? When should a husband agree his wife needed re-education?
‘Never,’ was Ivor’s answer.
‘Never will I let any man, or any institution of men, come between me and my wife.’
For what God has joined together, let no man put asunder.
When Ivor told that story down at the pub, his friends thought of him exactly the same as Beth.
Crazy.
But Ivor thought; ‘thank you Lord, that you have made me just a little bit more like Jesus. For although he was blameless, yet he was numbered with the transgressors. And in this matter, so too am I. All I did was eat breakfast. All I did was refuse to snitch on my wife. I am blameless, and yet I too, have been numbered with the transgressors.’