Green car

 Yesterday I walked to my car and put my key in the lock. They key slid in easily enough but it wouldn't turn. I tried wiggling it and forcing it but to no avail. I looked through the window of the car. It looked very clean inside. I stepped back and looked at the exterior. It was not a Ford Fiesta which is the car I had parked in the car park an hour earlier (pictured in the background). I looked around to see if the cameras had recorded what could have been misconstrued as attempted theft, then I climbed over the little grass bank and got in my green Fiesta. It's not the first time I've done this kind of thing and it's not the first time I've done it in this car park so I hope nobody is monitoring my actions too closely.
The event reminded me of an old hymn which begins, "To God be the glory great things he has done, So loved he the world that he gave us his son, who yielded his life an atonement for sin and opened the life gate that all may go in." The final verse reads, "Great things he has taught us, great things he has done, and great our rejoicing through Jesus the son, but purer and higher and greater will be, our wonder, our transport, when Jesus we see." As a child I always rather hoped  that meant I would have a really nice car when I got to heaven. I now realise that's not what it means, but maybe somewhere in my subconscious I am still trying to attain to higher and purer transport.