The first time I heard someone had taken an Uber, I thought it was a new vaccine—something to help with the gout. But then I learned it was like a taxi service, only people use their private cars and you have to set up an online account. Considering there is minimal demand for taxis in Davidson County, much less Ubers, I never gave it much thought—until, we planned a trip to New York City.
It had been a number of years since my wife, Joyce, and I had traveled to the Big Apple. We were celebrating our 40th Wedding Anniversary and planned a trip to take in some Broadway Shows. I stay about 10 to 20 years behind in all things fashionable and technological (I’m still trying to figure out how to use my VHS player), so I told Joyce that we better catch up with the times before we traveled to New York.
“What do you mean?” she asked. “Well, we are going to get around on Uber,” I said. “I don’t think many people use taxis anymore.”
Joyce was concerned, and with good reason. “You don’t do so well with that sort of thing,” she told me.
I went online and watched tutorials on how to use Uber. I talked to my brother who travels a lot and uses Uber. Even my grandson told me it was simple. I downloaded the App, set up my account, and I was ready to go.
We landed at LaGuardia and after retrieving our luggage; I said, “Now we call for an Uber.” It just took a second to put the information in and a message popped up that said our Uber would arrive in 2 minutes. Then my phone rang and guy with a funny accent (everyone in New York has a funny accent) told me he was our Uber driver and where to meet him. We walked to the location he gave us and saw a nice man sitting behind the wheel. He smiled, loaded our bags in the back of his SUV, and we were on our way.
“This was much easier than I thought it would be,” I told Joyce. “I think I like Uber.”
That thought lasted about 3 minutes until my phone rang again. “This is your Uber driver! Where are you?”
It turns out we were in the wrong Uber. The Uber driver we were supposed to have kept calling me, demanding that we return. The driver we had kept telling me to hang up. I finally figured out how to go on my App and cancel the original request, although it cost me $5 not to mention the $60 cash I had to pay the guy who gave us the ride. We finally arrived at our hotel and I said, “Well, I’ve learned a lesson. I’ll do better next time.”
Only there never was a next time. I tried to call an Uber the next day only to be informed no Ubers were available. When we returned to the airport I called for an Uber. None were available. Hmm, this is New York City and no Ubers are available? That was when I realized—I’ve been banned from Uber! Probably for life!
It sure was good to get back to Davidson County. When you make a mistake around here, at least folks will give you a second chance.
Getting in the wrong Uber is the least of our worries. We make mistakes, we make bad choices, we hold grudges, we judge people without knowing the whole story, we mess up---it’s called sin. All of us have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.
Jesus is not in the business of banning people for life. He prefers to forgive and move on. To one sinner he said, “Go and sin no more.”
If Jesus was in charge of Uber he would give me a second chance. Or maybe he would just say, “Go and Uber no more.”