This is a personal story (but not too personal, because this kind of behavior effects everyone and represents many levels of American government), and it reflects like this. Hermosa Beach is a municipality, meaning it has its own local government and a corporate existence. In short, a municipality, such as Hermosa Beach, California, acts as Father to the community under its jurisdiction.
It acts as Father in that it determines and enforces the laws and rules that must be obeyed by its citizens and those within its jurisdiction (such as a household). These people, within the ‘arms’ of Hermosa Beach, are its children, following the rules, or disobeying the rules. And when a child disobeys, the Father steps in to fairly punish its child in context with the rule broken.
When I first came to Los Angeles, I stayed with a friend in Hermosa Beach. I’ve never lived in such a big city as the greater Los Angeles area, and in accordance with the many aspects accompanying a major move (such as mine was, me coming from North Dakota), I was overwhelmed, exhausted, and low on money.
I made two mistakes, which was really the same mistake. I parked in the wrong area two days in a row, and felt chagrined about it. I received expensive parking tickets both times. I had made a mistake, and as a child who has disobeyed, was handed down punishment from my new Father, Hermosa Beach.
Being incredibly poor at this point, having just moved into a new apartment, I carefully wrote a polite and apologetic letter for each parking ticket, explaining my situation to the Hermosa Beach parking office, and sent them off in good faith, hoping for a positive review, knowing that a child who approaches his Father with genuine sincerity and a heartfelt apology will be forgiven.
I also understood that a little humanity would be responded to with humanity.
Luke 11:11 (for those of you who love / hate the Bible) says thus: “Which of you fathers, if your son asks for a fish, will give him a snake instead?”
With love in my heart, and with the innocence of a child, I approached my Father, Hermosa Beach, asked for forgiveness, asked to repeal the parking tickets, and also to consider my very destitute financial situation (which is the truth). I apologized, recognized my mistake, expressed concern about broken rules, and that rules were implemented for a reason, and that I’d learned my lesson and wouldn’t violate the parking code any more.
My Father, Hermosa Beach, was slow to respond, but when he finally did, I suddenly held a spitting serpent which called my excuses unacceptable and stating the tickets had not been given in error, and that I owed full payment at a specific date and would be issued a late fee if payment wasn’t received, in full, on time.
Let me quote another verse from the Bible, since it can be used to justify anything. And I say this to the City of Hermosa Beach, my temporary Father:
Ephesians 6:4: And, ye fathers, provoke not your children to wrath.