The Car

It seems to me, correct me if I'm wrong, that the invention of the car and all subsequent developments associated with it (traffic, highways, stop signs, red lights, the horn), has led to the destruction of "community" as humans once knew it. Road rage, which when thought long and hard about, seems at first almost comical and then quickly ridiculous and infinitum. People getting out of there cars, enraged beyond understanding, and beating another human being, who they've likely never met before, within an inch of their life, or sometimes taking it for that matter. This is something that you would assume the lowest form of intelligence might partake in, but no, the most intelligent form of life on the planet will kill for being accidentally cut off by another driver while coming home from work.
Then we have the horn, an insult to the very fabric of humanity, a device made solely for the purpose of making everyone else in a square block radius want to throttle you and possibly drag you into the street for a good disciplining. It is a form of speech that is simple and it's sole purpose is not really known any more, it seems to start more fights than anything. Come to think of it, I can't think of the last time I remember a horn being used in a constructive way.
The car has lead to the development of the suburban sprawl, a curse to the human race and all that lives on this earth. It breads obesity and the consumption of products such as the Suburban and the H2... enough said. But most of all the car has created a gap between people, where people used to wave and exchange pleasantries on the street, they now honk and pull the middle finger while passing in SUVs. Instead of holding the door for the next person entering the corner store, we fight for the best parking spot. When was the last time you were smiled at from another car while you were in yours, cause all I can count are the numerous frowns and glares I've received... even as a passenger.


YAY FOR CARS (especially SUVs, I consider myself somewhat of a connoisseur of the larger ones, the more gas consumed the better I say!)

Am I saved?...

First of all, how can someone define a certain point of time in their existence where they were suddenly saved from eternal damnation and were guaranteed a spot in Heaven with God. Doesn't that defeat the whole purpose of living the rest of your life? If you have been saved, lets say at 2:00pm Thursday the 19th of June 2005, and your sure that you have been promised this eternal life of bliss, then where is the struggle. Would this not cancel out any possibilities of you ending up somewhere other than heaven, and in the process cancel out the need for you to try being Christ-like any more? What's keeping a Christian motivated to be Christian when they're convinced that there is nothing they can do to get them out of Heaven, because they're saved.
The second issue I have with this, is that the idea of being "Saved" only leads to a judgmental attitude. A Christian who believes themselves to be saved will judge others, based on a certain set of criteria, to be saved or not. "Have you offered your life to Christ yet?", and if the reply is no, then you are certainly not saved and are going to burn in hell, unless the words are uttered and fast! Well, who do we think we are to judge others in the place of God? What point in time was it that we got the bright idea that we could decide exactly what it takes for another to get into heaven? It seems to me like a lot of people are missing the point, and should most likely reexamine themselves before being so willing to make these finger pointing statements towards others. So tell me, does this whole saved issue really mean that the Good Samaritan is going to burn in hell for not repeating a certain set of words?